Page 26 of Spring Fling
He shifted in the sand. “Uh, yeah. And if you keep it up, the whole beach is about to know just how good it feels.”
Well, fuck. My dick twitched, knowing that I was making him hard just by rubbing lotion into his skin. For a guy who hadn’t ever had a sexual drive, I’d sure woken him the fuck up. Not that I was complaining. Aiden was fun. I was a safe person for him to explore things with, and I didn’t want to betray that.
Once I was done applying the sunscreen to Aiden, I handed the bottle over his shoulder. “Why don’t you calm down a bit and get me now?”
He laughed. “You think putting my hands on you is going to help the situation at all?”
He had a point, but I still needed someone to do it. “Probably not.”
I stood from my spot behind Aiden and moved around to plop in front of him. He sighed heavily as the bottle snapped open and the cool lotion came in contact with my skin. Goosebumps pebbled as he rubbed it in. And maybe he was right. There was a little too much tension between us to be doing any of this in public.
“So, what’s the plan for the rest of the day? The beach is nice, but I’m not the type to just lay here and sunbathe.”
I snorted at Aiden’s question and turned to face him after he finished spreading the sunscreen on my shoulders. “You mean you don’t want to get rid of your pasty Seattle complexion?”
He rolled his eyes before he shoved at me, which was a mistake because I tackled him back into the sand, planting a kiss against his lips.
When Aiden’s fingers threaded into my hair, I knew I needed to slow this all down. Resisting him was impossible. It was like asking a starving man not to eat.
We pulled apart, and Aiden’s eyes were wide, pupils blown with lust. I couldn’t make out the brown of his irises and as much as I wanted to keep going, to take him apart right there on the beach, I wasn’t about to be thrown in jail in fucking Mexico.
“Sweetheart?” Fuck, my voice was shaky. I’d had no one reduce me to being so damn needy before.
Aiden cleared his throat, pushing at my chest and rolling from beneath me. He tucked his knees into his chest and stared out at the waves. “That—that didn’t help. I’ve never had a fucking boner like this in public before. Jesus, Joe.”
I smiled, my face sore with the stretch. Where Aiden was embarrassed, I had no shame. I was with one of the sexiest guys alive, and I didn’t care if people knew he turned me the fuck on. When I flopped back onto the towels, Aiden stared wide-eyed at the tent in my shorts.
“You’re not going to cover that up?”
I snorted a laugh. “Fuck, no. Why?”
Aiden looked around the beach. No one seemed to pay any attention to us. He slowly unfolded his legs and lay next to me, but on his side, not daring to be as bold as I was.
Chapter 17
Aiden
I’d never been this dressed down in public, this often, in my entire life. It seemed like no matter where we went, swim trunks were acceptable attire. The yacht wasn’t any different.
Joe swung off the overhead canopy, handing me a chilly beer bottle as he plopped onto the bench seat next to me. “What are you thinking about, sweetheart?”
My face heated. “Uh...” I looked around. There hadn’t been many people who had joined us for the excursion, but there were still plenty of others on the boat. “This seemed like a cool idea, but now all I keep thinking about is rape dolphins.”
Joe spat out his sip of beer as he cracked up laughing. “Rape what now?”
“Rape dolphins. You know. Haven’t you heard the stories of dolphins that take advantage of innocent tourists who are swimming? They get horny and just swim up and...”
Joe’s eyes were wide as I trailed off. Okay, so maybe it was a stupid fear, but there was a reason those stories circulated, right?
“Aid, come on. Do you really think they’d still do trips like this if we were at risk?”
I shrugged, taking a drink of my beverage and focusing out on the water again. It was so fucking gorgeous out here and I wished I’d brought my camera along, but I’d been paranoid that someone would try to run off with it while we were in the water. Not that there were a lot of places for them to go. On a yacht. In the middle of the ocean.
My fingers picked at the label on the beer bottle as the boat bobbed with the gentle waves of the ocean. I’d also been a little terrified of getting seasick, but Joe had insisted that we take some Dramamine before we got on board. My stomach was fine, but my head was a mess. I kept thinking about how fun this whole trip had been, but then wondering what would happen the second we went back home. Would the bubble pop?
I brought the bottle to my lips again, taking a long swallow and letting the flavor wash over my tongue. The beer was more sweet than bitter—the lime wedge shoved into the bottle probably helped with that—but I turned my attention to the man next to me.
Joe fidgeted with his lip ring, his tongue peeking out every so often to mess with it, shift it around, and fuck with it. A shiver raced through me at the memory of that metal against my skin. Ever since I’d started fantasizing about Joe, I’d wanted to know what it felt like, and now I was intimately familiar with it. I wanted to get even more used to it. We couldn’t do any of that while wewere out in public, but what was the point of going on a trip like this if all we did was to experience the resort’s bedroom?
