Page 41 of Dangerous Play

I was going crazy.I stood in the late afternoon setting sun in my drenched wetsuit and stared at the ocean.

Yep, totally crazy.

I’d spent the majority of the time trying to balance on the board but ended up falling into the water more than I could stand on it. Sitting was okay, I mastered sitting. Ivy laughed and dropped onto her own board floating in the shallow water.

“It’s easy,” she told me as she unzipped her wetsuit. Her baby blue bikini cupped her breasts perfectly and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I loved her in workout clothes, but the wetsuit was a whole different category. There was nothing left to my imagination. I could see every curve and every dip of her body.

“You are doing well.” She laughed, making me roll my eyes.

My hair was sticky and wet as it stuck to my face and I’d swallowed too much water already. My muscles ached, and I wrecked my knee at least four times both on the board and into some rock in the ocean.

It was safe to say I wasn’t a water guy.

“This is horrible,” I complained, laying on the sand after I dragged my board to shore and watching the sunset. The ghost of the waves still made my body feel like it was rocking on the water as Ivy laid next to me, her head nestled into my shoulder.

“For the first time, you did wonderful.”

“No need to fluff me.”

Ander and Daisy were having drinks in the beach bar, and I felt their eyes constantly on us.

I covered her body with mine, laying on top of her. I nudged her legs open with my knee and I didn’t care about the sand and water dripping from me as I rubbed myself against her. Ivy sucked in a surprised breath and her eyes widened. She could probably feel my erection, but with all the wet clothing between us, she couldn’t fully guess what it was. Or she wouldn’t dare consider what it might be.

“Are they looking?” she asked, and I nodded. I had no clue if they really were or not, but it was easier to do what I wanted if she thought we had audience. “Maybe you should kiss me.”

I was dying to taste her on my tongue. And kiss her like I wanted to all this time. Like she deserved to be kissed.

“I had the same idea.” I flashed her a satisfied smirk, and brushing my nose over hers, I watched as her eyes fluttered close and she took a sharp inhale. Our breath mixed as I leaned over her and caught her lips with mine. She tasted like chocolate and coffee. Ivy moaned as she opened up for me, my tongue seeking entrance to explore every inch of her. I was met by her tongue, and they collided in a sensual dance as my hand moved to her hips, digging my fingers into her flesh as my hips rocked into her center.

Another soft gasp escaped her as she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me closer. If there were no clothes between us, I could easily slide inside her and fuck her.

That thought made me want her more. Her scent intoxicated me as our tongues collided and danced a dangerous tango.

I ran my tongue over her swollen lips, before capturing her lower lip between my teeth and sucking on it.

I would have done anything to coax those sweet sounds from her once again. I wanted to remember them forever.

I would have been dry humping her, if we weren’t already drenched from the ocean. Yet I was sure if somehow I managed to get my hand into her wetsuit, I would find her bikini bottoms soaked for a different reason.

She blinked at me as her breathing quickened and her breasts rose and fell. I kept my hand on her hips because otherwise, I would undo her bikini and suck on her perky nipples that kept straining against her bikini top.

“Are they still watching?” she asked, her voice raspy as her fingers played with my wet hair.

I almost asked ‘who?’ when I remembered why I was there in the first place and why we were kissing. I snuck a glance at their table, but it was empty.

For a second, I considered telling her they were still staring and enjoying our show, but my brain recovered enough from my horniness to remind me it was a bad idea to allow myself to get way too involved with her.

“No, they are gone,” I replied, rolling off her.

“Guess they enjoyed the show,” she said. “You kiss well.”

“Oh, are we having a feedback session?” I teased her with an easy grin and folded my arms behind my head. “Hit me.”

“No feedback, you are the perfect fake boyfriend actually,” she said shyly. “You are caring, nice and sweet. Your attention to details is scary. You are a true gentleman. Yet you kiss like...”

“Don’t leave me hanging now. My ego needs the stroking. I’ve been spending time with Sanchez, listening to all his digs. I need to recover.”

Ivy brushed a wet strand of my hair back. “You kiss like you never wanted it to end. It felt like a second and a lifetime all at the same time. It was all-consuming and so good.”

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