“Showtime. You know what to do, sweetie.”
She did. Except she didn’t want it to always be a show. Someday she’d like to be with him this way without others watching. For now she’d take what she could get. Running her hands up over his chest, she slid her fingers into his hair and leaned in to kiss his neck. His arms tightened.
They clung to each other for several moments, their feet inching closer to the shack. She nibbled on his earlobe. “Can you see anything yet?” Best keep his mind on the task at hand. Her mind was already wandering to places she had no right to be. One of them should do the job they were here for.
“There’s only one window but I see movement inside. Can’t tell how many or what they’re doing.”
She maneuvered their position so she was facing the building, the waves surging over their feet. His strong hands held her waist then ran over her back. He pressed his lips on her neck and shoulder causing shivers to course through her. She vaguely registered a man leaving the shack they were watching. Until he stopped and she noticed what was in his hands.
“Chris,” she croaked into his ear, her arms gripping him tighter. “One just came out and he’s looking straight at us. He has a gun.”
Chris stiffened but never turned around. “Is he pointing it at us or walking this way?”
“No, he’s just holding it at his side. Maybe we should appear even more distracted by each other. Pretend we have no idea he’s even there.”
She twisted making them both fall to the sand with her leaning over him. Letting out a loud giggle, she kissed him passionately. He rolled to his side taking her with him, returning the kiss. When he broke off a few moments later, he kept his head buried in her hair.
“He’s relaxed a bit. Got a big smirk on his face. Guess he likes the show.”
“We should make sure he gets his money’s worth.” She rolled him to his back again as a large wave rushed in soaking them. “We could reenact the beach scene inFrom Here to Eternity.”
“My mom loves that movie,” he laughed. “Not sure she’d approve of my doing that scene for an audience.”
Seriously? “I’m sure you’ve done worse. Plus this is a case. We need to be believable.”
They rolled around in the waves and sand, kissing and caressing, their breathing deeper and faster than normal. Heat built inside and it wasn’t from the sun, and she honestly didn’t care that they had a potential audience. The man had gone back inside but now several others came out hauling boxes from the shack to the cars parked nearby. Occasionally they would stop to stare.
“We can’t let them think we’re even aware of their presence,” he said half sitting with her straddling his lap. Her arms were around his neck, his lips on her throat. “The first guy that came out keeps staring.”
“Then we stay occupied,” she teased pushing him on his back and spreading her skirt out around her hips. “And we make him think we’reveryoccupied.”
She allowed her hands to roam over the beautiful chest she admired, her hips moved from side to side, and her head dropped back while she whimpered in pleasure. It wasn’t much of an act though. His arousal throbbed hard and firm against her center causing desire to pulsate inside her. Yeah, he probably wasn’t faking it either. But if they stopped, the guys at the shack could get nasty quick.
* * * *
Chris gazed at the incredible beauty writhing on his hips trying to remember they were doing this to keep the thugs from knowing why they were here. Meg’s hands on his chest were stirring up desires he couldn’t hope to quench, certainly not here, and certainly not with her. She was his informant. How many times did he need to remind himself?
Watching her gyrating pelvis was almost as bad as feeling her thighs against his hips. Then her hands left his chest moving to her own. Her head still thrown back, she slid her hands over her luscious curves squeezing and pulling.
“God! What are you doing? Trying to kill me?”
She leaned closer, her hair hiding their faces like a curtain. “Just making it look real, muffin. I don’t know about you but I have no desire to have a bullet in my head because we saw what these guys are up to.”
He did have a desire right now and it also wasn’t for a bullet. He turned his head slightly seeing half a dozen men now blatantly staring at Meg as she continued to rise and fall on his manhood while running her hands over her breasts. Her dress, now saturated by the waves, was practically see-through, her nipples puckered with the cold water. She probably wasn’t aware of this.
All these men ogling her sent his blood pressure skyrocketing. It was bad enough they did it at the club, he didn’t want it here. But they needed to keep up the pretense without these men wanting to watch. Flipping her over, he hovered over her and had a good view of the shack if he peeked carefully.
“They’re too busy checking out your gorgeous figure, sweetie. They need to get back to work. Maybe in this position they will.”
Lifting her knees around his hips caused her skirt to fall exposing her long legs. He settled into the apex of her thighs, his erection right back where it had been a few moments ago. A groan escaped before he could successfully muffle it. Damn imp grinned. She knew what she was doing to him. Perhaps was even enjoying it herself.
She slipped her hands under his waistband pushing his bottoms down a bit. He nipped at her lips scowling. “You’re exposing my backside to the world, sweetie.”
“I know, muffin.” Her eyes twinkled with glee. “We have to make it look like we’re duly occupied. So I suggest you start moving in that age old rhythm or the guys by the shack won’t be buying anything from us. They’ll wonder why we’re just lying here with the ocean rolling in around us.”
Another wave crashed over their bottom half as she said this. She was right. Not that he’d tell her, she’d simply gloat. He lowered his lips to whisper above hers then started moving his hips. “I’m going to need a very cold shower after this,” he muttered as her hands gripped his butt tighter. She was enjoying this, the little minx.
He kept his eyes darting to the shack as his hips rocked back and forth against hers. It became more difficult the longer he did this, passion rolling through him to the point he couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure he was getting from her. The whimpers erupting from her mouth attested to her pleasure as well. Either that or she was a damned fine actress.
