Page 64 of Chasing the Sun

“First, we kiss.”

She lowered her head and touched her lips to his, and his body ignited. Still, he let her lead, gripping her hips tightly to keep her in place. When she flicked her tongue out and ran it along the seam of his lips, they parted on a groan, and she slipped her tongue inside.

She tasted like wine and sunshine, and he soaked it all in. After a few minutes of exploring each other’s mouths, she climbed onto his lap and settled in, her knees resting on either side of his thighs. There was no way to hide his erection now as it nudged right up against her center.

Her eyes widened, and she studied him closely. “Are we really doing this?”

“Is it what you want?”

“God, yes.”

“Then we’re in agreement.”

“About time,” she teased.

With that, he buried his head in her neck and nibbled on her delicate skin until she squirmed. She rocked against his erection, and he grabbed her butt cheeks and gave them a squeeze. So much for letting her lead.

He trailed his lips over her heated flesh into the vee of her bikini top and inhaled deeply.

“Bryce.”

“Yes?”

“Untie me.”

He assumed she meant her top, so he lifted her hair and tugged on the strings around her neck. Once it was untied, he slowly dragged the top down to reveal her breasts.

Her taut pink nipples stood out from her pert mounds as if they were begging for his touch. He feasted his eyes for a moment before placing his hands on them, first kneading them with his palms and then plucking her nipples with his fingers.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, tipping her head back and thrusting her chest forward.

“You like that?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe you’ll like this even more.” He continued to fondle her left breast while he dipped his head down and sucked the nipple of her right one deep into his mouth.

She began grinding her hips against him as he trailed his lips across her chest to lavish the same attention on her left breast. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, and while he was sucking on her nipple, he untied the string around her back.

Her top fell into the water, and he pulled back just long enough to fling it out of the tub and then resumed kissing her. He could have stayed like that for hours, his head buried in her breasts, her body rocking against him, but soon she tapped him on the shoulder.

He looked up to see her eyes glazed over, her lips swollen from their kissing, and her hair damp where it touched the water.

“Can we move to the bedroom?”

His throat caught, and instead of replying, he cupped her bottom and stood up with her, the warm water sluicing off their bodies as he rose from the tub. She clung to him, her legs wrapped around his waist and her nipples rubbing enticingly against his chest.

He started to walk past the table where the towels were, but she tapped him on the shoulder again. “Shouldn’t we dry off first?” she asked, giggling.

He was in such a lust-induced fog that he hadn’t even thought of it. “Right.” He carefully slid her down his body until her feet touched the ground, and then he handed her a towel before taking one for himself.

Even the act of drying off together felt sensual, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her as she ran the towel over her arms, her bare breasts, and the rest of her body.

He’d just tied his towel around his waist when she said, “Maybe we should leave our swimsuits here to dry.”

He froze for a second and let that sink in. “You mean…”

“Get naked here, yes,” she said, an amused look on her glowing face. “Why traipse through the house in our wet suits?”