She throws her head back and laughs. Thank god she’s not pissed. “That’s what that silent conversation with the cab driver was about, huh?”
Going with his suggestion was a gamble, but so far, it’s a win.
I usher her to a small alcove. It’s still early, so only a handful of people have set up for the day. Joey drops her bag in the sand. I follow suit and lay out my towel as well, then remove my shirt. When she shimmies out of her blue-and-white striped cover-up and pulls at the strings of her black bikini, my lungs seize.
“When in Greece, yeah?”
Is she really going to ditch her clothes? And do I want her to? I mean, hell yeah, of course I do. But do I want her naked in front of strangers? A surge of possessiveness rises in me, making my blood heat in my veins.She’smine. Only, she’s not. Not yet at least, but that’ll change soon if I have anything to say about it.
The Greek gods certainly gifted us the perfect beach day. Unlike the murky waters on the East Coast of the US, the sea is a brilliant blue so clear the bottom is visible even farfrom the shore. The horizon is dotted with white sails and kayaks and paddle boards.
It’s taking all my willpower not to ogle Joey, because in this moment, it occurs to me that I’ve never reallyseenher body. A year ago, even when she was naked and in my arms, the room was dark. And that next morning, she made quick work of getting dressed, so all I got was a peek at the smooth skin beneath her cover-up. But now, with the Mediterranean sun acting as her personal spotlight, I have a front-row seat to the most beautiful show in all the world.
And fuck if it’s not an entrancing show. She squirts a dollop of sunscreen into her palm, then rubs her hands together. Fuck. Me. Now.Because the next thing I know, she’s got her hands on her breasts and she’s massaging the milky lotion into them.
I cannot sport a hard-on at a nude beach. I’d be a total cliché. With a groan, I pull my hat over my face.
“What?” she giggles. “I can’t have burnt tits. That’s not a good look.”
Sliding my hat to one side, I peer around it but keep my attention trained on her face. “I love barbecue. I’ll gladly pour a little sauce over and devour them for dinner.”
“Gross!” She snickers.
I can’t help but join her. Oh, how I love that sound.
Without overthinking it, I tug my swim trunks off.
“Are you going to do something about…” She motions to my lower half.
“If you’re suggesting I rub a white substance over my dick in public, you’re delusional.” I throw my hat at her and blast her with my best shit-eating grin before walking backward to the beach.
“Where are you going?” she asks, still rubbing lotion onto her golden skin.
I pause when my feet hit the water. “For a swim.” I can’t sithere and not touch her a minute longer. “You coming?” Without waiting for her response, I turn and wade into the sea.
Though she’s still behind me, I can feel the burn of her attention on my skin, and fuck if it doesn’t make me walk a little taller.
Like what you see?
Come and get me.
The water is still a little chilly from the snow melting off the mountains this spring, but I welcome the initial bite as I lunge forward. Lord knows I need to cool off.
A moment later, Joey is beside me in the water. She purses her lips, making me want to lick the saltiness off them, then tips back until she’s floating, perfectly peaked nipples bobbing above the water. I float next to her, and water laps at my face as I watch her search the sky.
She must feel me gazing because she lifts her head to look at me.
“Are we going to discuss what’s going on here?” I ask.
“What do you mean?” She doesn’t look my way.
I let out a huff in response. She’s going to make this difficult, I can tell.
Dropping my legs, I face her full-on, but with a grin, she spins and swims for the shore.
“Hey!” With a deep breath, I duck below the water and follow her.
Halfway back to the beach, she stands on the sandy bottom, her shoulders barely above the water, and spins back to me. “Listen…”
