It's In His Kiss(69)

“I’m not ticklish,” I inform him, ignoring his comment. When his hands reach the back of my neck, I feel one hand leave my body. Then I feel a finger trace from the hollow of my neck, between my breasts, down to the top of my small bikini bottoms. My eyes open at this, as my body breaks out in goose bumps. I sit up and look him fiercely in the eyes. His pupils are dilated and I can feel him harden further. This time I don’t swim away.

“Just don’t play games with me, OK?” I say against his lips. When our lips finally press together, he holds them there. Slowly he kisses me again as he brings his hands to cradle my face. My hands are on his chest and I can feel his heartbeat growing faster, but his kiss is painstakingly slow. He withdraws again, this time he kisses my bottom lip ever so softly. His gentle bites making me moan. I push into his kiss and one of his hands slides into my hair gripping onto it. Holy hell, he is hot. I open my mouth slowly, giving him access and he takes it cautiously. When our tongues finally meet fireworks go off inside of me. This is a kiss to rival all other kisses. I find my body working on its own accord, my hips rocking into his as I feel him grow even harder. It’s when he starts to trail kisses down my chin and neck that I know I am losing control. With one hand in my hair the other traces down my side.

“You know this is a PG-rated beach right?” He stops kissing me when we hear someone yell that. He leans his forehead against mine while we both recover from our kiss.

“Think of your dad going down on your mom,” I say laughing.

“What? Why would I think of that?”

“Because if you are ever going to get out of the water, you have to get rid of this, my friend.” I let my hand slide down between my legs. Daringly, I glide my hand over his length.

“Race you to the shore.” I push off of him and begin swimming. I laugh all the way to my lounger as I see Daniel swimming around. That was some kiss.

“You looked like a whore out there.” I hear Nicky’s voice and it doesn’t bother me like it normally does.

“That’s the look I was going for.” I don’t even look at her as I settle into my lounger.

“Why are you in a cabana? I don’t have one.”

“And you’re not invited in this one,” I hear Daniel say as he walks up to us. I smile as I throw a towel at him.

“Whatever, I don’t like you anyway,” she snarls before walking away.

“That is how you lose a raging hard on,” he grunts pointing at Nicky’s receding form. Then he leans over me. I watch as water drops onto my chest.

“You do not play fair,” he whispers close to my lips. I grab his neck and bring him in for a kiss. His arms are on each side of me and I wish he would just crawl on top of me so I can feel his hard body again. I bring his bottom lip between my teeth then sweep my tongue over it before I release him.

“I never said I would,” I respond as I regretfully push him away. I can’t be that easy. I watch as he stares at me while holding the towel around his waist. I smirk because I know what he is trying to hide.

“Do you need to look at Nicky again?” This earns me a smile. I close my eyes and enjoy the sun warming my skin and the sound of the gentle lapping water.

“You need to put sunscreen on.” His voice shakes me out of my peaceful rest a few minutes later.

“You do my back and I’ll do yours,” he says with a cocked eyebrow.

“Deal,” I stand up taking the sunscreen from him. I squirt some onto my hands, knowing what I am going to do. Daniel turns around and I place my hands around him leaving my handprints on his chest, then another set on his stomach.

“Oops, looks like I’ll have to rub that in, too,” I whisper as he turns and stares at me wide-eyed.

“You can’t say a thing when I do the same to you,” he warns with a wicked smile.

“Yes I can, you can’t touch any part of me that is covered,” I caution playfully. He takes the lotion and begins at my shoulders as I rub his chest. Together we stand there rubbing each other all over with sunscreen. I would love to say it was sexy, but truth be told we laughed more than anything. In this moment, laughter is exactly what I need.





Chapter Four



Hours later I find myself in my room staring nervously at my pink vintage dress. Do I put it on? The hard knock at my door throws me into a panic and I hide it in the closet before I throw on my robe to answer the door.

“Why aren’t you dressed yet?” Daniel asks as he walks into my room making me walk backwards.

“I don’t know if I should wear the dress,” I admit.

“You are wearing the dress.” He walks over to the closet and takes it out.