“Shy,” she told Charlie from the corner of her mouth. “Or she wants to play chase. Hard to tell with dolphins I haven’t been around for months. If you want to see if she’ll come to you, go ahead.”
Immediately, Charlie stuck his fingers out in the water. Audra clicked and slapped the water and the same female darted back over to nose Charlie’s hand, then hung around, letting him rub her head.
“That’s the equivalent of a dolphin seal of approval,” she murmured, a little awed by how much contact the female allowed. The big flirt. Not that Audra could blame her; she’d let Charlie touch her as much as he wanted to as well.
“Slick and almost like… rubber,” he announced with some surprise. “I didn’t know what to expect.”
The female had apparently had enough and zipped away again to circle one of the males, likely her chosen companion for the day.
“We should leave them in peace,” she said. “They’ll become less and less welcoming the longer we stay in the water. You done?”
“With the dolphins, yeah. But not with you. Race you back to shore.”
With that promise ringing in her ears, Charlie dove off the rock and surfaced, his strong arms churning up the water as he double-timed it to the beach. Since the view worked for her, she watched and got her due reward when he hit the shallow part of the cove. Water sluiced off his gorgeous body as he stood, and her mouth went dry.
“Coming?” he called over his shoulder, and the undertone had all the wicked double entendres tied up in it she could handle.
Yes, she was. She swam to the beach and waded out of the water.
Curious, she watched as Charlie rummaged around in her bag until he found her sarong, then everything inside started humming as he spread it on the sand, turning it into a smallish blanket. Clever man.
Charlie stretched out on the pseudo blanket and gestured to the empty swath of fabric at his side in invitation. “Come here.”
Oh, God, yes.
She knelt and crawled into the spot by his side. The sarong wasn’t that big, but that just meant she had to fit herself up close to his warmth. The chill of the sand beneath the fabric bled into her wet body and she shivered. Charlie’s arms instantly came around her, settling her in closer, and her body thrummed in anticipation as she waited for him to start kissing her.
But he didn’t. Lazily, he drew circles on her shoulder with a fingertip, trailing down her arm occasionally, and that put an achy, jittery sort of density between her legs that made her squirm.
“Seems like we were right about… here,” he commented and grabbed the dangling string at her left hip. “I was going to show you how I define sex.”
Slowly, he pulled on one end. The bow loosened and her pulse triple-timed into overdrive.
Finally, the two strings fell apart and one side of her bottoms gaped open. The green fabric folded over to reveal a small thatch of curls, still wet from the ocean. Charlie glanced down and then back up at her, the ice blue of his eyes mesmerizing her with their strange juxtaposition of heat inside a color that should be cold.
“Red,” he murmured, his voice rough and needy. “Like your hair. One detail I definitely got right in my multiple fantasies. Now I’d like to see how right I was about this part.”
His fingertip traced a line down her throat and hooked the string above her left breast with two fingers, dragging it to the side. Her nipple popped free, hardening as the air kissed it, and he groaned, drinking in the sight. “Beautiful. Exactly as I imagined. But how does it taste?”
He bent to lick it into his mouth, closing his teeth around the tip, and the scraping pressure flooded her sex with slick warmth. Her back bowed, shoving her flesh deeper in his mouth, and she cried out as his thigh made perfect, exquisite contact with the place she needed him most.
As if he’d read her mind, his thigh worked between her legs, nudging and rubbing with pressure that had her seeing stars. Wet firm heat against her breast took her higher as he swirled his tongue around her nipple.
“Audra,” he groaned. “You taste like the ocean and hot, sexy woman. Unbelievable.”
God, she needed more. More Charlie, more of his mouth, more of him everywhere. The pressure built on itself, flinging her into a volcano of seething desire. Her head tipped back involuntarily even as she fought to keep from begging.
They weren’t even supposed to be doing this. The thrill of the forbidden apparently did it for her in so many ways.
His palm slid down her stomach in a straight line but then veered around to cup her bottom, clutching her tighter against his thigh. Moaning, she lost herself in the pleasure, but he wasn’t done, slithering his fingertips down her crack in the most erotic caress she’d ever experienced.