Page 43 of Come Fly with Me

My grin widens. “Getting your gorgeous arse down to that pool,” I say, stepping closer to her so we are only inches apart. “And parading it around in front of that tool so he knows exactly what he’s lost, while I get you drunk on Mai Tais all afternoon. Okay?”

Taylor nods now, her face softening as a tiny smile tugs at her lips. “Okay,” she murmurs.

I chuckle as I lean in and kiss the end of her nose. “That’s my girl.”

Downstairs by the pool, I manage to grab us two sun lounges, side by side under a huge umbrella. I watch as Taylor peels off the sundress she’s wearing, slowly revealing her beautiful tanned, lean body, barely covered by her bikini.

My mouth waters at the sight, my dick hardening in my shorts, and it takes the pool guy two attempts before I finally realize he’s asking if we want something to drink.

“Mai Tais,” I tell him, without taking my eyes off Taylor.

Her eyes scan the pool though, finally locating her dickhead of an ex as he lies on the other side with his barely legal girlfriend. She’s lying on her stomach, flicking through some gossip magazine while he lies there with his hand on her arse and his eyes on Taylor’s.

Grinning, I grab the sunscreen and step closer to Taylor, so I’m pressed right up behind her. “Let me get your back,” I whisper, pulling her hair to one side so it falls over her shoulder before pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.

I take my time, making sure every inch of her skin is covered in sunscreen, massaging it in all while my dick only gets harder and harder. When she turns around, I push her sunglasses to the top of her head, her wide eyes now staring back at me.

“Want me to do the front?” I ask, grinning.

Taylor finally smiles, swatting me on the chest as she takes the sunscreen from my hand. “Perv,” she mutters as she now only adds to the torture by slowly rubbing the lotion into her breasts and stomach, never taking her eyes from mine.

“Tease,” I murmur, still grinning.

When our drinks arrive, we lay out our towels and then lie down, side by side. “You wanna talk about it?” I eventually ask.

Taylor shakes her head. “Nope, you’re right,” she says, sucking on her straw. “He isn’t worth my time.”

“Nope,” I say, reaching for her hand and threading my fingers through hers. Lifting our joined hands to my mouth, I kiss her knuckles before gently biting them. “And for the record,” I say, brushing my lips over her fingers and sucking the end of one of them. “The guy is a fucking idiot for doing what he did to you.”

She smiles, a slight blush coloring her cheeks as she stares back at me, eyes now hidden by her sunglasses. Then, she leans over, her mouth hovering over my shoulder. “Thank you,” she breathes against me before she leans down and presses a kiss to my skin.

I have to swallow hard, forcing myself not to just climb over and lie on top of her. Cover her body with mine so her skin is against my skin, her breasts pressed against my chest.

Christ, this woman drives me crazy.

“For what?” I murmur, swallowing hard as I force that image from my brain.

“For this,” she says, pressing another kiss to my skin before moving back to her sun lounge.

I’m totally fucked.

We spend the afternoon by the pool: swimming, eating and drinking a shitload of Mai Tais. Neither of us mentions her ex again, and he doesn’t come over to speak to us, finally disappearing with his girlfriend. By the time the sun starts to set, both of us are a little drunk.

“Ugh,” Taylor moans, stretching beside me, her back arching as she lifts her arms above her head. “This is exactly what I needed.”

I practically groan out loud at the sight of her, my seemingly now permanently hard dick only getting harder. It’s been a torturous kind of agony lying beside her all afternoon, watching her slowly relax and forget about that dickhead ex of hers while at the same time getting more and more tipsy and uninhibited.

A part of me never wants to leave here, while another part wants to drag her back to my room and fuck her all night long. Unfortunately, I don’t think either of them is a realistic option just yet.

Instead, I stand and hold out a hand to her. “Come with me,” I say, pulling her up when she slides her hand into mine. She stumbles a little, her sun-warmed body falling against mine as her hands land on my chest and she steadies herself.

“I think you might be a little drunk,” I whisper, slipping my arms around her waist, hands sliding over the smooth skin of her lower back.

She giggles. “And that is all your fault, Campbell,” she whispers.

“Guilty,” I admit with a grin, sneaking a hand down to her arse and giving it a tiny squeeze. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” Taylor asks as she reaches for her dress, pulling it on and hiding that amazing body of hers.

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