Page 99 of Packed Up In Vegas

Callie giggled and kissed my cheek. “Sounds great. Can you help me with the sunscreen so Amir doesn’t yell at us for coming back burnt?”

“Absolutely.” I changed into my swimming trunks and unloaded the groceries we had picked up into the kitchen while Callie changed into her bikini.

She approached me a few minutes later in barely there triangles of hot pink fabric, holding a bottle of sunscreen. “Ready to be slathered.”

I swallowed hard at the sight of her. She passed over the sunscreen, a lotion this time rather than the spray. Goosebumps rose under my touch when I worked it over her shoulders and down her arms, sliding between each of her fingers in turn. I covered her stomach and made sure to get the sunscreen beneath all the little straps. Callie looked at me like she was ready to devour me, but stayed dutifully still while I completed my task.

I had gotten my hands on her before, but somehow her declaration of no pressure only ratcheted up the tension, turning the simple action into a silent foreplay. She watched me without speaking as I got down on my knees and propped her foot against my chest. Candied apple with a hint of cinnamon filled every breath, sweetened to new heights as my hands swept over her thighs and cupped her ass to make sure no spots were missed. By the time I was finished, I was hard as a rock and the scent of her slick was obvious.

“Return the favor?” I asked quietly, unable to tear my eyes away from hers. “I’m afraid I’m just as prone to sunburns as you.”

Callie nodded and dragged one of the kitchen chairs over for her to stand on, bringing her a little above eye level with me. Her touch was impossibly tender as she carefully coated my face, taking extra time with my ears, before hopping off the chair to stroke her fingers over my chest while I tried very hard not to breathe deeply. She looked way too fucking adorable, the tip of her tongue sticking out of the side of her mouth in concentration. There wasn’t a white streak to be found once she had completed my chest and arms before dropping to her knees just like I had done.

Fuck me. Seeing her down there was pure torture. My hard-on was painfully obvious, but Callie ignored it, working the sunscreen into my thighs. I was shaking with the effort to keep still when she swept her hands under the hem of my trunks to get the first few inches of skin hidden beneath it. By the time she was done, I thought I might pass out, or drag her straight into the bedroom and ruin all of our hard work. If nothing else, the sunscreen checked the urge to taste her, knowing I would get a tongue full of chemicals and coconut fragrance.

Callie fetched us a pair of towels and I packed up a quick cooler with drinks before we set off to one of the swim areas.

“It’s like a bath,” Callie commented when she dipped her toes in.

“It gets pretty warm in the summer, but still better than the air temperature.” It was hot as balls, and while the water certainly wasn’t cooling, it did make the experience tolerable. I set aside our supplies and followed Callie into the water. When she was waist-deep, she dove under and popped up again with her hair slicked against her head before launching onto her back with a splash.

She was unfairly cute.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“Hell yes. I love swimming.”

I settled on my back next to her, my sunglasses blocking the blazing glare of the sun.

Callie laced her fingers with mine while she slowly kicked, swishing her other hand to stay level. “We should’ve brought some floats.”

“I feel like that would encourage you to stay out long enough to get burnt.”

“Spoilsport.”

“I don’t think either of us want to piss off Amir.”

“Fair point.”

She got bored of floating after a few minutes and slipped away, sending a wave splashing against me.

“That’s a declaration of war.”

Callie grinned and dove under, kicking erratically to get as much splash going as she could. Her swimming away triggered my predator drive and I launched myself in her direction. She didn’t have much chance of evading me, considering how much taller I was, but she was pretty fucking agile in the water.

Callie tried to glide past me like a seal and I caught her by the ankle, dragging her close so I could scoop my sodden princess out of the water. Her arms locked around me and she wiggled until her legs could do the same, her giggles muted as she laughed against my skin.

“Is that you conceding?”

“Absolutely not.” Her arms released and she fell backward against the water, swinging them like angel wings to send a massive splash straight at my face. I released her legs so I could wipe my face and she took the opportunity to get into shallower water to sprint away.

I raced after her, heart pumping excitedly, instincts sliding to the surface. My fingers caught the string of her bikini, and when she jumped forward, it unraveled the bow holding everything in place. Before anyone else could get an eyeful, I took a flying leap, wrapping my arms around her top half and sending us both crashing into the water, twisting so I landed first.

It was shallow enough here that she could get her head out of the water while bracing her fingertips on the bottom, and she was laughing heartily when I swept my hair off my face and sat up, my shoulders peeking out of the water with my ass on the ground.

“Trying to expose me to the world,” she teased. “You already did that.”

I dragged her onto my lap and she sat on her knees, straddling me while I tied the top back up, adding a double knot to be safe before sweeping my thumbs over the curve of her breasts. A saint wouldn’t have been able to stop touching her right now, and I had certainly never claimed to be saintly. Callie shivered as I adjusted the fabric to cover her, though the peaks of her nipples pressed against it, betraying her arousal to anyone who might get close enough to look.

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