Page 51 of Fight for Forever

“Well, the best way to experience this is to just dive right in.” I waggle my brows.

She looks apprehensive, but with a little encouragement, I convince her to go deeper. Then eye her dress. She covers her mouth with her hand and laughs a little at not thinking to take it off. Slipping her hand out of mine, she walks back to our towels.

I turn to watch and stand stock still as she lifts her dress and pulls it over her head. Her back is to me, so she can’t see how my eyes greedily devour her body.

Fuck, she looks amazing. The swimsuit is a dark burgundy color that sets off her skin tone and her gorgeous honey colored hair. The bottoms aren’t skimpy but as she bends, I can’t help but stare at the curve of her ass, where it meets the top of her thigh. The top is modest, with a bra style catch at the back and the halter string tied at her neck. It covers all of her breasts snuggly.

Shit, I shift on my feet as she turns. All sound around me disappears and I remain like a statue, watching her walk towards me. Idon’t want to be a perv, just staring at her, but I can’t help it. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

“Joey,” she stops in front of me, water splashing around our ankles. “Are you ready?”

I snap out of my Megan induced trance. “Are you?” I ask.

Before she can do anything, I bend and sweep her up, then move into the water. She’s squealing and laughing, gripping her arms around my neck as the water comes up to my stomach. It touches her ass and she jolts, trying to climb up me, but there is no getting away.

I keep striding until she’s submerged up to her tits. My eyes drop to them, and I groan at how her nipples are poking through the fabric.

“Eyes up here.” She touches my chin and tilts it, but there is a coy smile on her lips.

I shift her and she hooks her arms around me, pressing her chest to mine. I drop her legs but take hold of her waist. We’re far enough out that she can’t touch the floor, but I still can, so I keep her held up. She’s shivering a little, so I pull her closer to me.

“You’ll warm up in a few minutes.”

She nods, then looks out at the water. “It’s so beautiful here.”

“Yeah it is,” I say, but I’m not looking at the beach, or the horizon beyond the water. I’m staring at her. Meg turns her head back to me and sees I’m staring at her. Her cheeks blush and her head dips. “Don’t hide from me, Kitten.”

Her eyes come up again.

I don’t know where that came from, but I kinda like it. She is like a kitten, timid but curious, playful, but sometimes distant. It suits her.

“You are beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she murmurs. This time, her eyes hold mine. “No one has ever said anything like that to me before.”

“That you’re beautiful? That’s because they’re all idiots.”

She chuckles. “No, I mean… given me a nickname. A term of endearment, I guess.”

That makes my heart sore. I can’t imagine the names that the prick must have called her. I drop my head and kiss the tip of her nose. I’m about to pull back, but she catches the back of my neck and holds me there as she leans in.

We kiss for what seems like an age, and I wish to fuck there was no one else out here because those tits are just begging to be held but I’m a gentleman, I would never feel her up in public. Then she splashes me. I spin her around and our laughter fills the air. I feel like a fucking kid the way we play and chase each other, splashing around and kissing.

We separate to clean up when we get back to the inn later on. After another stroll along the beach and going back to a couple more stores, Meg had seen things she liked in earlier.

The restaurant is amazing and Evan has given us a great table by the window. He comes over and chats with us for a while, giving me a look when he sees me holding Meg’s hand. I’ve known him since college, was a groomsman at his wedding, and consider him a close friend, even if we see little of one another since he left the city.

It written all over his face that he’s happy for me. Every one of my friends has always said I’m never gonna settle down. Not that I’m planning to right now. This is new, it’s tentative. I don’t know where Megan stands on wanting to be in a relationship.

I’m also aware that in the coming days, I’m going to have to tone down on my time with her. We won’t be training together, but I do plan on still seeing her. It’s good we’re not fucking because I won’t know what I’m missing when it has to stop.

Jesus, thinking about fucking her has my dick reacting. It’s a good job I’m sitting at a table. I doubt Evan would be thrilled to see me with a semi while he talks about the tribulations of inn ownership to a very interested Megan.

After the meal, we take another stroll through town, but no more shopping, just walking and holding hands. It’s not that late when we get back to the inn and come to a stop outside of our rooms, but she looks tired from the excitement of everything we did today.

Megan’s skin is flushed from the sun, freckles have bloomed across the bridge of her nose and cheekbones. She’s glowing and I fucking love how happy she looks.

I can’t fucking help it. I crowd her against the door to her room and kiss her, knowing this is the best I’m going to get right now. Meg is like putty in my hands, which are desperate to roam but stay firmly at her waist. Eventually, I pull back before it goes too damn far, and I get carried away.

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