We’d only gone a step or two when she stopped and looked back. Her sandals were still on the sand. So she bent over and nabbed them while I got punched by the dirty desire to fill her right there and then. The way she leaned down, I could have slipped behind her and just started pounding in. Well, except for our clothes and the people around us. I didn’t act on it, but that image filled my mind as we walked.
We continued in silence, our fingers entwined while the wind blew strands of her dark hair across her cheeks. Long black hair that would spread like silk on a pillow. Or that I could fist in my hand as I screwed her against a wall.
Jesus, my brain was stuck on graphic. She was a nice girl. I already knew that. Just like I knew this was way beyond the norm for her. But that made it all the sweeter. A magical spring break for us both.
“It’s right over there,” she said, gesturing to her hotel. “Let me see what Sam’s doing.”
Sam? It took a moment for me to figure out who she was talking about. Then I remembered the best friend. I waited, trying not to look awkward, while Heidi pulled out her phone and quickly tapped out a message. Thankfully the response came fast, as did Heidi’s reaction. Her eyebrows went up and her adorable mouth pursed as if she were fighting a laugh.
“She’s…busy,” Heidi said, her face taking on a rosy flush.
“The way we’re busy?” I asked, too distracted by her shift in expression to watch my words. And then I realized what I’d said. Oh hell. Way to get crude right when I was trying to be suave. Luckily she just laughed.
“Yeah, I guess. She’s learning about Hispanic dick.” She scrunched up her nose. “Her words, not mine.”
“So she’s the bold one.” Not much of a leap there, but it was all my brain could handle. “I’ll bet she’s the one who signed you up for the wet T-shirt contest. And probably the one who convinced you to go on spring break, too.”
She shrugged. “Right on all counts.”
“Then I need to seriously thank her.”
She slowed outside the hotel side door as she dug into her bag for the key. “Yeah,” she said. “Me, too.” Then she flashed me that coy sidelong glance again. Hell, if only I had a camera ready, I would have taken that picture and jerked off to it for the next fifty years.
She unlocked the door and we headed inside. I would have kissed her in the elevator, but there were others crowded in with us. So I stood to the side and tried to hide my boner while we rode to the fourteenth floor. Eventually,hallelujah, we got to her room and inside. She was embarrassed as she quickly pulled some clothes off the bed and threw them into an open suitcase. I could tell she was nervous. So was I.
Don’t blow this. My brain was an endless litany of those three words.Don’t blow this.
But without anything to say, I fell back on my go-to: action. So just as she was flipping the suitcase lid down over a couple tees and a black lace bra, I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me. She was a foot shorter than me but oh so very kissable. Her lips were warm and instantly softened. I didn’t push for more than her mouth. Not yet. But plunging in and out of her this way was ramping up everything inside me. I wanted her. Possibly more than I’d wanted anyone else in my life.
Then she broke the kiss. She pulled back enough to stand there breathing hard while my pulse pounded a thousand beats per second.
“I…um…” she said, as she licked her lips.
My dick pulsed at that and she had to feel it. We were wrapped that tightly together. I forced myself to loosen my grip on her as she blushed and glanced at the bathroom.
Right. She’d wanted a shower.
“It’s one of my fantasies,” she said. “In the shower.” Then her gaze shifted to mine, the look direct and firm. “You’ll wear a condom. That’s nonnegotiable.”
I nodded, then took a second to push words past my dry throat. “I’m a pro athlete. My health is everything. Of course I’m wearing a condom.” Then again—too late—I realized how self-involved those words sounded. “I mean, I’m completely clean and I don’t ever have sex without a condom. You shouldn’t, either.”
She nodded, clearly reassured. “Do you have any? I know Sam does—”
“Yeah. I’ve got ’em. They’re new because…” I shrugged, and we ended up saying the same words together. “Spring break.”
We laughed at that, and it broke the tension enough that she stepped back. I let her go, wondering what she would do next. It was an amazing thing to see, the way she went from shy to determined with a single jut of her chin. And then there was that flash of mischief in her eyes. A curve to her lip and a slight shimmy, as if she were consciously shedding inhibitions. And then she pulled off her shirt. Lifted it right off and I got to watch the bounce of her breasts in that lace bra.
Sweet.
My hands itched to touch her, but I held back. This was her show, and I wasn’t going to do anything to interrupt that. She looked me straight in the eye and popped the clasp before shrugging out of it. She was naked from the waist up and I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her creamy breasts. Yellow gold with berry nipples, more dusky than pink. I couldn’t wait to taste them.
And while I was thinking of her beautiful chest, she unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them down. Lord, there was that red lace, bold and sexy as it covered her mound.
My entire body throbbed with hunger, but I held back. I was too afraid that if I let myself move, I’d pounce on her.
Don’t blow this.
“You’re so beautiful,” I breathed.
