Page 27 of Third Chances (Men of Manhattan 2)

Her cheeks got a little rosy again. "Sure." She squirted some of the sunscreen into her hand as I lay down on my stomach.

After she massaged the sunscreen into my back she'd be more comfortable with my body and me. That way it would be easier to convince her to straddle me when I turned over. Which in turn would allow her to feel how hard I was getting. And then we could fuck in one of the showers they had around the pool for rinsing off. This was going to be a great afternoon.

I felt the cushion sag slightly as she sat down beside me. But she didn't touch me at all. A second later I felt the cold lotion splash onto my back. And then her hesitant fingers slid down my back.

At first, she barely applied any pressure. As if she was scared of touching me. But soon she was massaging my shoulders, spending a little too long for just applying lotion in my opinion. Her hands snaked down to the waistline of my shorts and dipped under slightly.

I wanted to make a joke about how handsy she was being, but I didn't want to scare her off when she was finally getting into it. Her hands moved to the backs of my legs, massaging my calves. I swallowed down a groan in my throat. Damn this feels good. This girl was good with her hands.

She cleared her throat. "You can turn over now."

I rolled over and put my arms behind my head.

She didn't make eye contact with me as she squirted some lotion on her hands. I watched her rub the sunscreen into my legs. She was really sexy. Her hair was a light brown and she had hypnotizing green eyes. Her skin looked soft and pale and delicate. I wanted to grab her and pull her on top of me. But she seemed like a flight risk. And I definitely didn't want to risk losing her when I almost had her right where I wanted.

She paused when she finished putting sunscreen on my legs.

"It'll probably be easier if you straddle me now."

She finally made eye contact with me. "I think I can manage without climbing on top of you, thank you very much."

"I don't know...it is my card. I feel like I get to decide how it's done."

"You're joking, right?"

"Even though I do joke around a lot, I'm not joking about this." I put my hand on her thigh.

She immediately bit her lip.

Trying to resist me? I don't think so. I slid my hang slightly up her thigh. "I promise I won't bite." Until later.

She visibly gulped. "And then we talk to Javier?"

"Whatever you want."

She squirted a glob of sunscreen onto her hand. "Fine. If you insist."

She put her hand on the center of my chest and kept it there for support as she straddled me.

I swallowed down my groan again. I could not wait to fuck this girl.

As soon as she lowered herself onto me, her eyes bulged.

Just wait till I'm inside of you.

Chapter 9

Daphne

Holy shit he has a boner. What was the best plan of action here? Get up and walk away? No. I had already completed more than half of that stupid card. It would be wonderful to be rid of at least one bracelet. The most logical thing to do would be to ignore it. I coughed awkwardly.

"Something wrong?" Rob asked.

"Oh, no. Not at all."

I glanced at his face. He had a smug smile, like he was happy with my response. Damn it. I had basically just said I loved his boner. Or at least that I didn't mind it being pressed against me. I took a deep breath. This would be over in just a few minutes. And then he'd talk to Javier, I'd be bracelet free, and get to swim my laps in peace.

I ran my fingers though the sunscreen, rubbing it onto his hard pecks. God he has a nice body. It wasn't like I hadn't imagined doing this to him when he ran by me on campus without a shirt. Who wouldn't dream of touching him like this after seeing his abs? It didn't mean anything. I trailed my hands down his six pack, spreading the lotion in the contours of his abs. This was probably the most erotic thing I had ever done outside of sex. Or maybe it just seemed that way because while I was applying the sunscreen, I could feel him getting harder underneath me. And bigger. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't getting turned on myself. His cock pressing against me was making me wet. I just hoped that when I stood up my bathing suit wouldn't have a wet spot on my crotch.

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