“She does tend to do that a lot lately.”
Riley smirked and stretched her arms above her head, back arching, pushing her chest out further, the bikini straining as her muscles flexed under oiled skin. My mouth fell open by its own will. I didn’t control my body. I just stared at her, my breath stuttering in my lungs, cock throbbing hard now, the ache spreading up my abdomen. I was fucking unable to manage the reaction my body seemed to have every time I looked at her, heat flushing my face, balls tightening like they were ready to burst.
I knew I was staring. I couldn’t stop.
“You’re blocking my sun,” she observed, tilting her head, green eyes locking on mine with that knowing glint.
“Am I?”
“Move.”
“No.” The word fell off my lips without a second thought, rough around the edges. “You’ll burn.”
“I have sunscreen on.”
“Have you reapplied? You’re supposed to reapply every two hours.” I said. Thessa mentioned this after she passed a bottle of it to me in the car and told me to put it on my very pale skin.
Riley raised an eyebrow. “You know a lot about sunscreen for someone from a freezing country.”
“Yes.” I was making things up now. “Your shoulders are already pink.”
They weren’t pink. They were perfect, golden and smooth, freckles scattered like invitations, and I wanted to touch them so badly my hands were shaking, fingers itching to trace the line of her collarbone down to the swell of her breasts.
She was quiet for a moment, studying me with those beautiful green eyes, pupils dilating just a fraction. Then she reached into her beach bag and pulled out a bottle.
“If you’re so concerned,” she said, shaking it, “you can put some on my back.”
Holy fuck.
My brain stopped working.
“What?”
“Sunscreen. Back. Since you’re so worried about reapplication.” She held up the bottle, shaking it again. “Unless that was all talk.”
This was a trap. I knew it was a trap. She was testing me, seeing if I’d follow through or back down, her lips curving in challenge.I had never backed down from anything in my life, so I took the fucking sunscreen, squeezing it as if my life depended on it.
“Turn around,” I said, my voice low and rough.
Riley’s eyes widened slightly, breath catching for a beat. But she turned, presenting me with the expanse of her back, the delicate line of her spine dipping down, the dimples just above her bikini bottoms where the fabric hugged her ass cheeks. I wanted to lick every fucking inch of her skin, taste the salt on her shoulders, bite down on that curve to mark her.
My wolf was howling. I told him to shut up and let me focus. He didn’t listen.
The lotion was warm from the sun when I squeezed it into my palm. Her skin, when I touched it, was even hotter, burning under my fingers as I spread the sunscreen slowly, deliberately, across her shoulders. Smooth and soft and perfect, the muscles shifting slightly as she breathed. Down her spine, my thumbs pressing into the groove, feeling the heat radiate from her body. Over the wings of her shoulder blades, circling them with firm strokes, kneading deeper to work it in. I was enjoying every fucking second of this, the way her skin yielded to my touch, and I never wanted to let go. Wanted to slide my hands lower, under the fabric, grip her ass and pull her against my hardening cock.
She shivered under my fingers, a full-body tremor that made her back arch just a bit. I was going to die right there, my pulse thundering in my ears, dick straining painfully against my shorts.
“Cold?” I managed in a growl.
“No.”
I worked the sunscreen across her skin with more attention than any task had ever received in my years of existence, palms gliding over every inch, fingers splaying wide to cover her sides, brushing the edges of her ribs where her tits swelled out. My thumbs kneaded the tension from her shoulders, and she made a small sound that vibrated through her and went straight to my groin. I had to bite back a groan, teeth grinding as pre-cum leaked into my underwear like a fucking teenager.
“You missed a spot,” she said, her voice slightly breathless.
I groaned anyway. Couldn’t help it. “Where?”
“Lower.”
