Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 94579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“You are so hot when you get feisty.”
I glare, disappointed. “Babe, it’s not funny.”
Suddenly, his eyes widen at the endearment, hands reaching beneath the water to scoop me up, lifting me into his strong arms, out of the water, legs dangling over his forearms.
“Stop! Put me down,” I demand through a laugh.
“What did you just call me?” He kisses my collarbone, next to the yellow strap of my bikini top. “Baby, did you seriously just call me babe?”
“Stop teasing, you big jock, put me down.” I barely put up a fight.
“Damn right I have a big jock.” The lips that woke me up this morning sweep across my mouth. “I want to stick my tongue in your mouth so bad.”
“I would honestly die. Your parents are right there.”
“Just once?”
“Everyone can see us!” I throw my arms wide, gesturing to the human-filled beach as he bobs me in the water. “Literally every passenger from the ship is on this beach with us.”
“Will you at least let me take a peek at your nipples? I’ll block you with my back so no one sees.”
My nipples harden into solid pebbles.
He notices.
“Please?” He’s begging, and lord if it isn’t turning me on. “Just a peek.”
I roll my eyes and bite down on my bottom lip at the same time, swim bottoms getting soaked—and not from the sea surrounding us. “I swear I’m going to kill you.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes, but be quick.”
He’s strong enough to hold me with one arm so he can peel away the slick fabric of my yellow triangle top with the other, stealing a peek at my bare breast, nostrils flaring when he uncovers my entire, dusky nipple.
“You’re sure you won’t let me suck on these?”
I squirm, out of breath. “We’re in public!”
“But they’re so fucking pretty and it’s right fucking there.” He groans, bending his neck. “God Scarlett, I’m so hard. All I want to do is go back to the ship and fuck you.”
“You sound like a horny fourteen-year-old. It’s absolutely ridiculous.”
“Do you blame me? Baby, I run on adrenaline and haven’t gotten my workout in today. I’m like a bomb ready to detonate.”
Babe.
Baby.
I can see already we’re going to be one of those disgusting PDA couples.
The fabric of my suit might have fallen back into place, but
he’s right—one peek isn’t enough. Looking won’t be enough. Sucking and wandering hands and tongue aren’t ever going to be enough.
Not for me. Not for him.
Not anymore.
“All right, Sterling.”
“All right what?” He looks so confused.
“Let’s do it.”
“Do what?”
Honestly. “If you can’t figure it out, then sorry buddy, it’s not happening for you tonight.”
“Don’t you dare fucking joke about sex. I’ve been jonesing to screw you since the day we met—I swear my nuts are about to fall off.”
He sets me down on the sandy sea floor and rubs his erection into my ass.
“You couldn’t stand me when you met me.” I let him grind it into my crack, strapping arms wrapped around my middle from behind. “You called me Cock Blocker.”
“And now all I want to do is get this cock inside you.”
“God you’re a pervert.”
His hands dip below the water, fingers running into my bikini bottoms. Forefinger pressing the sensitive nub between my legs.
“Should we skip dinner tonight?” I tip my head back, wanting nothing more than for him to make me come—but then a Frisbee whizzes by and we both look in its direction, startled.
He groans miserably at my suggestion. “No, we can’t skip dinner. My parents will know why we’re not there and I promised my dad I’d behave.”
“You think they’d think we were…?” Screwing?
When he laughs, I want to lick his Adam’s apple. “That’s definitely what my parents would think we were doing, so if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not have my father try to kick my ass.”
I wade a few feet before donning my goggles again, fitting the mouthpiece of the rented snorkel into my mouth, floating buoyantly on my stomach. Stretching my arms wide, I float, legs doing little scissor kicks in the ocean while Rowdy watches over me a few feet away.
Sand. Shells.
A tiny guppy scuttling by.
It’s unremarkable and remarkable all at the same time, and I bask in the water, cooling my body as it drifts listlessly. Face down, I kick, on my way to anywhere. Deeper still, until finally, I see signs of more marine life: a gray horseshoe crab drags its shell through the infinite space. The smallest of starfish lies still, half buried in the white sand.
I scan the ocean floor, paddling, paddling, until I see Sterling nearby, watching me under the water, rear almost hitting the bottom as he buoys. He gives me a little wave, bubbles rising from his snorkel to the surface of the tide.
I swim along in his direction, smiling, the tight goggles distorting my mouth. Reach him and rise, feet hitting the sand, pushing myself high enough so my shoulders feel the warm air. As he emerges in front of me, I pop the snorkel out of my mouth piece and remove the goggles, pressing against him. Drape my legs over his squatting form at the same time I wrap my arms around his neck.