Or is it my reaction to hot-and-sexy Shane Thoma?
I have no idea. But I’m thrilled when, after about five more minutes of sitting in silence, just lost in our thoughts—mine definitely a bit lusty—he says, “Hey, I think I’m going to go in the water. Do you want to come in with me?”
Blowing out a relieved breath, I reply, “Hell yeah.”
Istand up and toss my sunglasses aside. Now I’m all set to head right into the ocean with Willa.
But then she reminds me, “We probably should put on more sunscreen, especially on our backs. I mean, I need to do mine for sure.”
I blow out a breath. “Yeah, same here.”
I sit back down on the lounger and swing my legs over the side so that I’m facing her.
After I grab the sunscreen, I hold up the plastic bottle and ask her, “Do you want me to do your back?”
She looks a little hesitant at first, but then she nods and says softly, “Yeah, okay.” She moves her long strawberry blonde hair over one shoulder and sits up, twisting till her back is toward me. “Thanks,” she murmurs.
“No problem,” I reply as I begin to apply the lotion to her soft, smooth skin.
Damn, keep it together, dude.
Don’t be a creep.
Clearing my throat, I hasten to finish the job.
“There, all done,” I say at last.
When she swings around to face me, there’s a definite fire in her pretty green eyes.
Did she enjoy that as much as I did?
I don’t have time to ponder, because she holds her hand out for the bottle and says, “Okay, your turn.”
Hell, I’m not arguing with that.
I want her to touch me.
I turn around on the lounger so fast it’s not even funny. Well, maybe it is, as I tip it a little and almost fall off.
Smooth move there, buddy.
I play it off with an “Oops” that I throw out over my shoulder.
Willa just laughs as she starts applying the sunscreen to my back.
Fuck.
Just as I suspected, her hands feel good on me.
I’m not a player, and I haven’t had a girlfriend in a long-ass time, so feeling a woman’s touch on my body is amazing.
But maybe, just maybe, it’s this particular girl’s hands that have me enjoying a sunscreen application a bit too much.
After she works her way down to my lower back, she stops and says, “I think I’ve got you pretty well covered.”
“Thanks,” I say quietly over my shoulder.
She whispers, “You’re welcome.” And then, in a louder tone, she asks, “Are you ready to go in the water?”
