Page 44 of Skin Deep

Her question was a good one. What the fuck was I doing? Why did I even care that her body was on display to this entire beach? I had no clue, but I did. We had an agreement, and while she was with me, she was mine. I wasn’t sharing.

I dropped my phone in my bag while she clung to me, then yanked a towel out, heading toward the water.

“Harri-son?” Her accent grew heavier when she said my name. “What are you doing?”

Her answer came when I dropped the towel on the beach and brought us both into the water. I submerged us in an area that was deeper than the shallows. She sucked in a gust of air when the water hit her skin, then came up spluttering after we both went under. I refused to let her move, though, keeping her pressed tight to me to hide her nipples.

They were hard against my skin. I knew she felt it when my cock pressed against the bottom of her bathing suit. It didn’t seem like either of us could stop it when our lips crashed, saltwater running in between our mouths.

My tongue was warring with hers, and she opened to me, letting me in even deeper. Noises left her mouth that made me even harder, straining against the swim trunks. I was holding her to me so tightly, I was surprised that she wasn’t complaining that she couldn’t breathe. It took a second for me to realize that her hand was trying to pry one of my arms, and after I loosened my hold a little, she directed it under the water and to her ass.

My hand slipped underneath the bikini, as clinging as flesh, and moved it aside. My fingers went between her cheeks, and when I hit that spot, she started to buck against me. I pushed her to move, to rub herself on me while I teased her from behind.

“More,” she said, breaking the kiss, her voice breathless. Her eyes were hooded, but intense on mine. “Give me more.”

“You want me to fuck you here?”

“Anywhere,” she said, pressing harder down, trying to break the barrier between us.

I leaned in closer to her ear. She smelled tropical, like coconuts and the sea, but usually it was something I couldn’t place that drifted off her skin. It seemed more natural, nothing bought in a store. “We had a deal,” I said. “While I’m here, you’re mine.”

She pulled back some, her eyes finding mine. A lucid moment in the middle of the high. “You are talking about this?” She used her hands to push against my chest, and when I let her go a little more, she looked down.

My eyes devoured what she was offering me. I wanted to take a handful, put her nipple in my mouth, sucking until she came harder than she ever had before. People could still see us, though, and I had to keep that in mind. The kid I made a remark to was getting closer with his little brother, or whoever he was. Fucking payback. I couldn’t hide my mouth and what it wanted to do to this woman—not like my hands under the water could.

I kissed a trail from her neck to the center of her chest, and I could tell she wanted to slap it or me when I stopped.

“I don’t fucking share,” I said, “or the deal is off.”

The words left my mouth, and I still had no clue why. She looked at me in confusion, as if she had no idea what was going on with me either. But it was hard to tell what was really going through her mind. I didn’t know her well enough to know whether I was catching her off guard or she was giving me glimpses of her true feelings.

Her eyes searched mine, and then she pushed against my chest, putting distance between us. She didn’t seem pissed, not like earlier, before we left for the beach. I really had no clue what the fuck was going on with her either, but I had to stave off the urge to take her in my arms again and keep her pressed against my chest.

“I am hungry,” she barely got out, keeping her back to me. Her hair was slick and black, and it gave the blue of the water definition.

“You want to swim around a little bit first?” We’d eaten pizza on the beach. I wasn’t sure if she was truly hungry or using it as an excuse to get out.

“More fun?”

I chuckled, splashing water at her head.

She turned around, her eyes narrowed, and splashed me back. “After?”

“After?”

“How am I supposed to get out like this?” She motioned to her tits, which were beautiful. I wanted to squeeze and suck and bite them. My balls were going to be the color of the sea after this was over.

“That’s what the towel is for.” I grinned.

She grinned, too, and hit me with more water. “You are being immature, HarryRagazzo.”

“Watch out for the shark, Gigi.” I went under and swam between her legs, taking her by surprise. I lifted her out of the water, hearing her laugh right before we went back under.

When we came up this time, I held her close again, swimming us both around, asking her questions about her life, hoping she’d give me the truth. Like she’d done when she laughed.

It was the first time I’d ever heard it. The truth in it. The realization threw me off balance. I wasn’t sure why.

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