I squeezed his thigh. “I mean for such a big guy.”
He watched the last surfer paddle to catch a wave. The guy’s board took off, and he rode up and down the small face, all the way into shore. “Another six months here in paradise and I might be able to catch something higher than my waist.”
I laughed. He turned and leaned over toward me, his eyes growing serious.
“You know, we could come back here,” he said.
I nodded slowly.
“Really,” he said, moving closer.
“Sounds nice.”
“But?”
His question mingled with the quiet shush of the water meeting the sand. The last surfer disappeared along the river trail, into the dense forest. Niklas and I were alone.
“But nothing,” I said, frowning.
“You mean, but you don’t want to talk about it.”
I looked down at the sand and shook my head. “What happens after the trip isn’t going to be easy. Let’s just enjoy the time we have left.”
Before it ends.I couldn’t even speak those last words.
Niklas opened his mouth to say something, but I leaned over to kiss him before he could begin.
“Please,” I pleaded.
Niklas closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. He rested his forehead against mine. I leaned forward and kissed him again. The corners of his mouth quirked up.
“If you get your way on that topic, do I get my way in return?”
I raised my eyebrows. “Depends on what you’re after.”
But I already knew what he had in mind. He gestured along the empty beach and to the dense, jungle-like forest behind us. “We’re on our own now.”
He shifted and slid his hands around my ribcage. He guided me up, and I moved my leg so I straddled him.
“Is this your way?” I whispered.
“Oh, yes.”
Her hand glided over his soft, salty skin, and I tasted his warm neck. He reached up to untie the strings of my bikini top, and I felt the gentle wind on my breasts. He lifted me higher and caught one breast in his mouth, sucking hard. My body jolted from the suddenness, from the pleasure.
“You look so sexy like this,” he groaned, finding my other nipple. I moaned. All thoughts of the future faded as the sensations took over: His large hands traveling along my body. His fingers digging into my skin. His two-day stubble tickling my ribs. The sand that had found its way under the edges of my bathing suit. The sun warming my shoulders. I tried to memorize all these details.
He eased back and undid the ties of his board shorts, keeping his eyes fixed on mine. He took out his growing erection.
“I want to watch you,” he breathed, and I nodded.
He untied both sides of my bikini bottom, and it fell off into his hands.
“Nice,” he laughed, tossing it to the side. “Definitely the right choice for today.”
But his expression grew serious when I leaned over to rest my hands on the ridges of his chest and began to tease him. He stroked the insides of my thighs hungrily. I moved slowly until his hands clenched around my hips, his biceps tense and straining.
My own body begged me to hurry, but I resisted. I took in the sharp anticipation of the pleasure his long, hard body brought to mine. Niklas’s deep blue eyes focused intensely on mine, asking for more than just release. I needed to hold onto that feeling for just one more moment. A lump formed in the back of my throat, and I took a long, shaky breath.
It wasn’t over yet.
I looked into his eyes, silently answering him with the hopes I couldn’t say aloud. Then I began to move, slowly, savoring each raw moment until we became one again.
