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That is much betterthan a speedo.
I lean back in my lounge chair so I can gawk properly. The soft orange glow of sunset falls over Tom's shaggy hair, his broad shoulders, his sculpted abs, the tiny scrap of fabric posing as a swimsuit. A thong swimsuit.
He turns to show off his toned ass. He's like a sculpture, all hard and defined. And he's on display for me.
"Do you wear that in public?" My words are punctuated with deep sighs of pleasure. It's hard to talk when he's wearing such a small amount of clothing. There's no way he dons that on the beach. It would cause a mob scene. Even without his celebrity.
"I have."
"Did you get arrested?"
"No." He takes a step towards me. "Garnered a lot of attention."
"I'll bet."
"Willow, my eyes are up here."
"Uh-huh." My gaze stays glued to the so-called swimsuit. Why do men wear board shorts? This is much better than a pair of board shorts.
"You're going to make me feel like a piece of meat."
"I'm a vegetarian."
"Not sure that's relevant, kid."
Finally, I look up into Tom's gorgeous green eyes. They're wide, enthusiastic. He delights in teasing me. Can't say I have any cause for complaint.
I manage to hold his gaze. "If you were a piece of meat, I wouldn't be interested."
"Is that so?"
I nod. "I lo—like you for your personality."
"I didn't realize my personality was between my legs."
I laugh. "Not many people do."
"Is that where your personality is?"
I nod.
He kneels in front of my lounge chair and pulls my legs towards the edge. "Better investigate this claim."
He runs his finger up the inside of my calf, slowing as he reaches my inner thigh. My body hums from his touch. I don't stand a chance.
Tom pushes my skirt up my thighs, one inch at a time. "Youaren'twearing panties." He pushes the skirt to my waist. "Fuck, I love it when you're naughty." He nibbles on my inner thigh.
He moves closer. Closer. So fucking close but not quite there. Yes. This is exactly what I need. No thinking. No tomorrow. Just his body and mine creating a lightening storm of pleasure.
I dig my hands into his hair. "Please."
"Say it again."
"Please, Tom. I need you."
So much for just our bodies. The feeling crashes into me. I need him. I need him every way it's possible to need a person.
