Page 17 of Michael

His strong hands felt nice on her body. Not only was he rubbing the lotion in, but he was also massaging some of the knots out of her that she hadn’t realized were there.

She began to moan when he hit some really good spots on her body and then felt something hard against her hip as he shifted around to get a better grip on her back.

She bit her lip, remembering Michael saying to her that hearing her moans always made him hard and he loved making those sounds erupt from her lips. She stiffened and pulled away.

“Thank you. I think I am all good now.” He paused in the act of reaching for the bottle again and shrugged when she turned around, now facing him.

She caught the look of male appreciation when his brown gaze took in the two-piece bathing suit she was wearing. It actually connected on the sides with thin strings of material and also came with padding in the bra to help secure her boobs, slimming them down somewhat. But Kyle seemed to love how they looked because his eyes flashed to hers, showing heat before he masked it and got up from where he had been sitting.

He shook the towel out and was about to lay it on the ground.

“If you go a bit down the beach,” she pointed to the right, “there is a stand that rents out chairs. No need for you to rest on the hot sand,” she suggested.

He glanced in that direction and then raked his hair through his now drying hair, moving some curls off his forehead. “Is that where you got your drink too?”

“Yes.”

“Another one? Yours seems empty.”

She nodded. While he had been looking at her, she had gotten very hot and needed something to cool her down.

“What are you drinking?”

“The rum punch.”

“Okay. Is it good?”

“Yes, I love it, but I have to warn you, it is very strong.” She grinned. It had taken her a minute to get over the fact that the cocktails here were heavily laced with alcohol, and she didn’t have to drink a lot to get a pleasant buzz on.

“My type of drink. Okay, be back in a minute.”

He dipped his head and took off in the direction she’d shown him to go for the drinks and chair.

When he returned, he brought over his stuff and they chatted for a while, drinking and getting to know each other, but the whole time Ambra couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched, so she couldn’t focus all her attention on Kyle.

They parted ways with the agreement that they would meet up at Oistins later. He had heard about it from the concierge at the hotel he was staying at as a go-to spot, and now he knew someone he could go with.

As she walked up the beach with her hands full, Ambra turned and scanned the beach again, looking at some of the houses. She thought she saw a glint or flash of something and squinted to see what it was, but then it didn’t happen again. Some of the beach houses were occupied, others rented out for people on vacation to use. She wondered if…nah, couldn’t be. She continued on her way. But as she walked, shaking the sand out of her flip-flops, she had a funny feeling that her time might be running out.

Chapter 8

Ambra was swaying on the bench she was sitting on as she listened to the song the DJ was playing on the stage. She took her last bite of the fried flying fish she was eating and licked the juices from her fingertips. She almost moaned because it tasted so good and had just the right amount of spice to satisfy her taste for heat.

“More?” a husky male voice asked next to her. She turned to see Kyle’s jaw flex and his eyes darken, the dim light putting him in a bit of shadow. His skin seemed darker from just being on the beach with her that afternoon. He lifted the foil-wrapped barbequed fish towards her lips, but she shook her head and gave him a grateful smile. She was full of all the food they had tried, saving the fish for last.

“Are you sure?” He searched her face before nodding, and with three bites, the fish was done for him as well.

Ambra took a sip from her juice, taking a break from alcohol. She wasn’t the type to like to get completely drunk and find herself throwing up in the bathroom the next day. She only drank enough to mellow her out, but that was it.

Kyle was sipping on a Banks beer, which was the Caribbean lager made in Barbados that the islanders drank.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” He raised his voice slightly so that Ambra could hear him over the music.

“Yes, and you?”

“Huh, didn’t catch that?” He brought his face closer to hers, making it seem like he was trying to hear her better, but when she went to repeat herself, suddenly his lips were very close to hers. She pulled away, putting space between their faces and repeated what she had said.

He didn’t look pleased at first but quickly schooled his features and gave her a smile.

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