Now that I’ve let Mike talk me out of my morals, I can think of nothing else but getting that woman underneath me. I want to hear my name on her lips as she clenches around me. I want to kiss that constant smile of her pink lips.
How can I focus on nesting turtles all night with her right beside me? It’s hardly a good working environment if I can barely keep my pants on around her. I haven’t felt a craving like this before.
Junie is strangely quiet when she finds me on the beach. I’ve laid a blanket on a sand dune where we can comfortably scout for nightly visitors. I explain the process briefly, but her mind is clearly somewhere else. Has something happened since the clean-up dive? I want to ask—I’m suddenly possessed with a fierce desire to protect her—but she has no reason to trust me.
Instead, I try to rile her up.
“Turtle Watch can get pretty boring. We’ll have to be quiet for hours. Think you can handle that?” I smirk.
She frowns, lowering the binoculars and pouting those sweet lips. The lower one is puffy from being chewed on—a nervous habit? I’m lost in my fantasies when she turns to me and unleashes more words in two minutes than she’s said all evening.
“Listen, I’m sorry for what happened on the boat. You told me you’re not interested, and I’ll respect that going forward. I just don’t want things to be weird between us. If this is about the videos, I know I got carried away and I never should have made them at all, but just know that Ineverwould’ve posted them. I get that I’m just some Bali Bimbo to you and that you wouldn’t touch me with a ten foot pole, but I’ve been going through a lot and this is important to me. I really like diving and I really wantto help with the sanctuary’s mission. It’s only for a month. I promise I won’t be a distraction.”
I’m stunned. There are so many things to pick apart in that monologue, I don’t know where to start. “Bali Bimbo?” I mutter, then louder, “What videos?”
“You know, ‘come to Bali for the turtles, stay for the sexy dive masters’?” She’s caught a lot of sun, but I still see her blush, and I can’t stop thinking about kissing her.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I shake my head and sit up. She mirrors my position, but I’m much bigger than her. I feel predatory, the way I focus on her, observing the effect on her breathing as I move closer.
“It’s stupid,” she says quietly, eyes widening as she looks at me. I can see her pulse throbbing in her neck. The quiver of her lips as I slowly erase the last few centimeters of space between us.
“Do you think I’m a sexy dive master?” I ask, giving her time to move away. She must be able to read the desire burning through my gaze.
She could lie, but I can smell her. Her woman’s scent perfumes the air and all I can think about is her wet and willing underneath me. She bites down on her chapped bottom lip and it takes everything in me to wait for her answer and not just suck it into my own mouth.
My desire for her is an aching, hungry thing and it’s been denied for too long.
“Of course I do,” she breathes, somehow making the words a quiet challenge.
I frame her face with my hands. I have to clear the air. I have to get her out of my system. I have to accept the inevitable.
“I don’t hate you.” I take a deep breath and try not to lose myself in her eager eyes. Their hazel, swirling depths are captivating even under the darkening sky. “I don’t—ahh, fuck it.”
I use my thumbs to tilt her chin up, arching her neck as I claim her lips. She makes a soft mewl of pleasure that goes straight to my cock as I swipe my tongue through her hot, sweet mouth.
She clings to my neck and returns the kiss, tightening to pull me closer. It’s hungry, searching. We’ve been dancing around each other for days as I fought the feeling. I’ve avoided her, ignored her, pissed her off, and she’s still here, flirting and smiling and knocking the breath out of me.
I kiss her so thoroughly she’ll never be able to leave it at one night. I pour every ounce of yearning I’ve felt for days into the way I hold her. It may only be a few weeks, but there will be time to get to know her. To find out how she’s grown so bubbly and confident and brave. There will be time to strip every item of her clothing off with my teeth and lick her clean with my tongue.
I kiss her, crushing her tiny body into mine, showing her how hard she makes me—letting her feel my body’s response to her. The taste of her is better than I dreamed. I want to bottle her up and drink her all night.
But we have a job to do. So eventually, I let her go.
We part on a soft gasp, chests moving rapidly. Her hair blows in the breeze and her eyes shine with tiny reflections of the stars. I can still smell her, and I have to grit my teeth against the urge to throw her over my shoulder and carry her back to my cave.
“So, you don’t hate me then?” she finally asks, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Nah, I was just being a cunt. We should talk about this”—I gesture between the two of us—“whatever you want this to be. But we can’t do it now. The turtles won’t come if we’re making too much noise.”
“Yeah, of course. I really want to do this right.” She nods, resolute. I hate to see her look so serious when her cheeks are still fresh with the color I put there.
She deserves a real conversation, but I’ve chosen the absolute worst time to have one.But we have time, I remind myself.
I want to savor her. I want to keep discovering new layers to her every day, one by one, so that I never reach the end of new experiences with her.
Because that kiss completely ruined me. I’m all-in.
I need to brace myself for rejection if she doesn’t expect to spend the rest of her time here with me following her around like a puppy.
