Page 10 of Changing Tides

I take it, and he helps me to my feet.

He watches intently as I shimmy out of my dress, letting it fall to the sand.

Then, I take off running toward the water, and he gives chase.

I dive into the dark depths of the ocean, and when I surface, Sebastian is at my side.

He wraps an arm around my waist and tugs me close.

Before I have a chance to overthink, I bring my lips to his.

His hands slip down to my ass, and he hoists me up onto his hips. My legs wrap around him as his teeth nip at my bottom lip, and I gasp.

Taking the opportunity, he deepens the kiss, and my fingers slip into the wet hair at his nape, holding on.

When we finally come up for air, I drop my legs and release him. Then, I slip back into the water and take off under the rushing waves.

He catches up to me in minutes, and when he reaches out to clasp my waist again, I twist and kick, splashing water in his face.

Squealing, I attempt to slip past him, but I can’t escape his firm grip.

Finally, I give in and slip my arms around his shoulders.

“You’re beautiful, Avie,” he whispers against my skin.

I rest my forehead against his and let him hold me.

An electric current runs between us, and I can feel his cock twitch as my heat brushes against him.

I gasp, and his eyes widen slightly as his lips part.

I can feel the loud thump of my heart beating in my chest as my breath quickens.

I can hear Amiya’s voice in my head.

“A hot and heavy summer fling is just what the doctor ordered.”

I go still as the water laps around us.

“Avie?”

I bring my eyes to his, and my legs tighten around him, my core nestling against his erection.

That’s all it takes.

He brings his lips to my shoulder and peppers a trail of kisses to my collarbone as he walks us back to the shoreline.

I toss my head back to give him better access, which causes my chest to press into his.

The thin, wet fabric of my bikini leaves nothing to the imagination.

He marches us up the steps to the dock that leads to the yacht as he cups one breast with his hand and gently kneads it.

I close my eyes and moan, and we walk aboard the yacht and down a hallway that leads to a small bedroom.

He kicks the door shut behind us, and we fall onto the small double bed.

He lets go of me long enough to reach around, undoing the straps tied at my neck, and pulls the white fabric down.

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