Page 49 of Come Fly with Me

“What?” Taylor asks, grinning back at me, her hand still in mine.

I kick over to her, reaching for the bikini top that is now floating in the water. I hold it up, watching as her eyes widen in shock.

“Shit, give me that!” she says, grabbing for it.

Laughing, I hold it up above my head. “We gotta get out of here first,” I say, shaking my head as I start to pull her toward the shore.

“Jake!” she yells, fingers twisting my hand, trying to pull me back to her. “Give me my bikini top!”

I laugh but continue swimming, ignoring her pleas as I drag her along behind me. When we reach the shallower water, I let go of her hand and turn, walking backward as she follows me in, an arm now wrapped around her chest and covering her exposed breasts.

When we’re about knee-deep in the water, I stop, twirling her bikini top in my hand, teasing her and grinning like an idiot as I watch her glare at me.

“You wanna go again?” I ask, gesturing to the clifftop.

Taylor shoots me a dirty look, saying nothing as she holds out her hand to me.

“What?”

“My bikini top, smartass,” she replies, stepping closer.

I lean forward and slip my arm around her waist, pulling her to me in one quick move so her body is now flush against mine. “Why don’t you just go topless?” I murmur, my mouth only inches from hers.

“You’d like that now, wouldn’t you?” she replies, glaring up at me, even as a hint of a smile dances on her mouth, her eyes shining.

I grin. “Fuck, yes,” I breathe out as I lower my mouth to hers.

Taylor groans the second my lips touch hers, as she lets go of her chest, wrapping both arms around my neck. I tighten my grip around her waist, pulling her even closer so her bare breasts are now pressed against my chest, and I can feel her hard nipples against my skin.

With her bikini top still in my hand, I slip it down to her arse, squeezing the cheek as I pull her hips against mine. She gasps when she feels my hard-on, her lips parting so I can slip my tongue into her mouth, deepening our kiss.

The waves crash against us, as I hear the distant shouts of people jumping off the cliff, not giving a shit about anything except the feel of Taylor’s half-naked body pressed against mine, her tongue in my mouth as she kisses me hungrily. My hand grips her arse even tighter as I let out a low moan, desperately wanting to rip the rest of her bikini off and bury myself inside her.

Right here. Right now.

“Fuck, you are so sexy,” I murmur against her mouth.

I feel the curve of her smile, even as she says, “Can I have my bikini top back, please?”

I chuckle, pulling back a little. “I’ll give it back on one condition.”

Taylor cocks an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

Grinning, I quickly lower my eyes to where her breasts are still pressed against my chest. “You let me have a look,” I whisper, lifting my gaze back to hers. Her brows narrow and I chuckle again. “Come on, you know I’m going to see them eventually.”

“What about the whole foreplay thing?” she asks. “The anticipation.”

“Oh, trust me, beautiful, looking but not touching will most definitely be foreplay for me.”

She shakes her head, even as she laughs a little. Then, before I can ask again, she pulls her arms from around my neck and takes a step backward, revealing her chest and those spectacular tits of hers.

“Fuuuck,” I groan, my eyes dropping to her chest as I actually lick my lips at the sight in front of me. They are absolutely fucking perfect; perky and round, with beautiful pink nipples that are currently standing at full salute to me. As if in invitation. Without thinking, I step closer, lowering my head to take one of those nipples in my mouth.

Taylor stops me, though, a hand under my chin as she reaches for her bikini top and yanks it from my hand. “Look, but no touch,” she says as she ties the strap around her neck now before pulling the triangles of fabric over her breasts, her hardened nipples still showing.

“Taylor,” I groan, brushing a thumb over one of the hardened peaks. “You are such a tease.”

“Please,” she says, her hand dropping to my chest as she steps closer and presses a quick kiss to my lips. “After what you did to me last night, I think it’s you that’s the tease.” Then she smacks me hard on the arse and says, “Come on,” before heading back up to the clifftop.

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