“Good workout.” His voice is gravelly with tempered heat. August, I’ve learned, loves to seduce me. As much as I love letting him.
“I enjoyed watching it.”
A brilliant grin flashes. “Did you now?”
He eases closer. A big hand hooks under my knee and guides my leg around his waist.
“Mmm.” With the edge of my thumb, I wipe a trailing bead of water from his brow. “You look real pretty swimming, Pickle.”
Distracted, he trails his fingers along my collarbone, then leans in to press a lingering kiss there. Soft kisses meander along my neck, and over to my shoulder.
He pauses at the bathing suit strap, and his finger hooks under it, running up and down it as though contemplating. Watching the movement, he tells me almost offhandedly, “I don’t think you should wear this suit anymore.”
“Oh?” My voice turns breathy; he’s kissing the corner of my mouth... the spot right before my ear... “And why is that?”
The strap eases over my shoulder. Helpful-like.
“Too constricting, for one.” He pauses in his work and gives me a reproachful look. “What if you damage these beauties?”
Amusement bubbles through my veins. “Somehow I doubt that.”
“But why risk it?” He shakes his head, tutting. The other strap slides down. “No, I think, either forego suits altogether, which would be my pick if you’re asking—”
“Which I’m not.”
He sighs tragically. “Then let it be a bikini.” Oh so gently, he eases my arms out of the straps. “Much easier to take off, you know?”
“You seem to be doing fine with this one.”
Slowly, the top lowers, over the crests of my breasts, pausing at the hard peaks of my nipples. He watches his progress with rapt attention, biting his lower lip in anticipation. I arch my back in impatience, and August, in a charitable mood, gives the top one final tug.
“Ah, there they are.” His smile would be tender—if it weren’t for the covetous look in his eyes. “Hello, babies. Daddy’s home.”
A shocked gurgle escapes me. “Daddy?”
“No?” he asks, cupping my breasts in his big hands.
I suppose I should mind. Societal norms and all that. Oddly, though?
“I’ll let you know.”
His grin turns downright lascivious. The blunt edges of histhumbs brush over my nipples. Such a simple action shouldn’t send pulses of heat straight to my sex. But it does. I resist the impulse to squirm or press myself against him. Not just yet. Besides, August is too busy having fun.
He leans in and kisses me just above my left nipple. His breath is warm, gusting over my skin on a sigh. “Oh, fuck, I love your tits, Pen. They’re so pretty.”
I know this. Any chance he can get his hands or mouth on them, he’ll take.
Of course,hedoesn’t have to live with them on his body. I look down at them dispassionately. “They’re huge.”
“I know.” He grins up at me. “Isn’t it great?”
“Maybe for you. For me, it’s a pain in the butt to find clothes that fit over them.”
“Now, Pen, I won’t have you disparaging my girls.”
“Yourgirls?”
“Mine.”Tenderly, he peppers kisses over them, his voice becoming drowsy. “Besides, look how nicely they fit in my hands.”
