Page 20 of Come Fly with Me

“Those houses must have an amazing view,” she says, pointing toward the cliff top.

“Mmmm,” I say, dumping my bag and reaching for the sunscreen. I squeeze out a blob before throwing it to Taylor, watching as she strips off her clothes and starts to apply the lotion to her skin.

I don’t take my eyes off her the whole time.

When she’s done, she looks up at me, her eyes meeting mine before traveling slowly down my chest to my shorts. I make no attempt to hide what watching her put sunscreen on has done to me. Instead, I walk slowly toward her, putting my hand on her hip as I gently turn her around.

I take my time rubbing sunscreen into her back, my hands practically massaging it into her skin as I work my way from her neck down her shoulders to her lower back.

My fingers trail along the top of her bikini bottoms, itching to inch them down a little. The beach is deserted, not a person in sight, and it’s tempting as fuck to ask her to ditch the bathers and go skinny-dipping with me anyway.

Eventually, I have to concede I’m done, so stepping closer, my hips brushing against her arse, I put my mouth at her ear and say, “My turn.”

I turn around before she does, wait as I hear her squeeze out some sunscreen before her hands are on my back, working the lotion into my skin.

I actually groan out loud, my head falling back a little. “Fuck, who would’ve thought being sun safe could be such a turn-on,” I murmur, my eyes closed.

Suddenly, I feel her finger hook into the back of my shorts, my eyes flying open as I glance back at her. With a sly smile on her face, she pulls on the elastic of my shorts before letting it snap back against my skin.

“Race you in,” she says before taking off toward the water.

I immediately turn and run after her, reaching her just as the water washes over her ankles. Without thinking, I bend down, wrap my arms around her thighs and sling her over my shoulder.

“Hey!” she screams, her hands smacking against my back as I carry her further into the water. “Not fair!”

“Not fair?” I shout back, walking until we’re about waist-deep before slowly sliding her over my shoulder so her whole body slides against mine. When her feet hit the bottom, I keep my arms wrapped around her waist, holding her against me. “You’re the one who doesn’t play fair,” I whisper, my mouth only inches from hers.

Taylor stares up at me, her brown eyes wide and searching mine. I watch as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down hard. Sliding a hand across her lower back, up over her hip and arm, I gently tug at her lip, pulling it from her teeth.

“I’d like to bite this lip,” I murmur.

Our hips are pressed together, our chests so close, I can feel her breasts, her hardened nipples as they lightly brush against my skin. She has to be able to feel what this is doing to me. I’ve got a massive hard-on right now, and it’s pressed right against her.

“Maybe,” she breathes out, the word barely a whisper.

I grin. “Definitely,” I reply before letting her go, turning and diving under a wave.

We spend the next couple of hours in the surf, body surfing and catching waves into the shore while we talk and laugh. The conversation is light, mostly about our childhoods and how different they were, me growing up in the sunshine and surf of Sydney, and Taylor in the cold winters of Minnesota.

Afterward, we head back to the shore, spreading out our towels and lying down in the sun to dry off. I grab some water bottles from my bag, handing her one before putting my sunglasses on and checking the time on my phone.

“Guess my time’s up,” I say, lying on my stomach, propped up on my elbows.

Taylor mirrors my pose, glancing over at me as she says, “I think we both know you were always going to break that rule.”

I grin, nudging her shoulder with mine. “Yeah, but some rules are meant to be broken, aren’t they?”

A while later, we pack up our things, pulling on our clothes as we head back to the car. Throwing our bags in the back, Taylor looks across at me and says, “What now?”

I grin. “Another surprise,” I say, opening the car door.

I get back on the road and head north toward the town of Avalon, navigating my way to the local cinema. After I park, I put the top up on the car and get out, grabbing Taylor’s hand as we walk inside.

“A movie?” she asks, surprised.

I grin. “Not just any movie,” I tell her, pointing up at the list of movies showing above the counter.

I watch as she looks up at them, her eyes widening when she sees what’s on.

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