Actually, I don’t think he’s kidding at all.
“No way.”
“Ivy-”
I can feel my whole face go red.
“Okay, okay. Fine.”
I stand and start to reach for the button of my shorts when I glare at him. “Turn away.”
“Nothing I haven’t seen before, you know.”
“Watch it.”
He grins. “Fine.”
He turns his head as I slip my shorts down and pull the tank-top over my head. I toss my bra down before covering my breasts with my arm.
“Finished?”
“Yeah.”
He stands, reaching for his belt.
“What are you doing?”
“I told you, going with you.” He turns, and I can feel the heat from his eyes as they dip over my basically nude body.
I swallow.
“Fine.”
He drops his pants and yanks his shirt off.
God.
Even in the darkness, I can see how hard and how chiseled his body is; how much of a man he’s turned into since before.
He turns away from me and drops his briefs.
“Your turn,” he says with a chuckle.
I tear my eyes away from his perfectly sculpted ass and turn, dropping my panties and covering myself with a hand as I turn back, even though it’s dark.
And then I’m standing, naked, five feet from a very similarly naked Silas Hart.
A terrible, terrible idea.
“Race you down there?”
I can see that grin of his sparkling in the moonlight.
I make a face. “Oh, I don’t know,” I say hesitantly.
But suddenly I’m bolting down the beach, laughing as he shouts and gives chase.
I shriek as I hit the water, the ocean so cold it shocks me and takes my breath away. I can feel the Atlantic chill shiver through me as I go under, making me feel alive as it tickles and teases across my bare body.
Silas hits the waves next to me, diving in before coming up for air and gasping.
“Fuck, that’s cold.”
“It’s always cold!” I giggle.
My skin is like ice, my nipples hard as two little pebbles atop my breasts, even with the hot summer night air. I’m not covering anymore, either. I’m standing waist high in the low waves, my breasts definitely on display for him, but I don’t care.
He’s right, after all. He has seen it all before.
“Okay,” he nods after another second of us standing there shivering.
“This was a shit idea.”
I laugh. “It really was.”
“As tempting as it is to stay here seeing as I’m getting an eyeful of your perfect tits, it’s fucking freezing.”
I grin, blushing, but still not covering myself even when I feel his eyes on me.
“Race you back up?”
We go crashing out of the waves, running up the sand to the blankets by the driftwood logs. We stop, standing there dripping and covering ourselves for a second as we eye the two not-exactly large blankets.
“Uhh…”
“Look, just-” Silas frowns. “We’ll sit on the one, and cover with the other.”
I give him a look.
“Body warmth,” he says with a shrug.
My brow arches.
“Nothing I haven’t seen, gorgeous, remember?”
I know this is a terrible idea. I know I should just throw on my clothes, wet or not, and have him take me home.
But that’s the last thing I want right now.
“Nothing I haven’t seen either,” I say with a shrug, forcing myself not to look down his toned torso to the one hand he’s only haphazardly covering his cock with.
“That’s the spirit.”
We sit.
His skin is warm against mine - warmer than it should be after our freezing-cold dip.
And I know it’s over the second I touch his skin with mine. We’re shoulder-to-shoulder, thigh-to-thigh under the blanket.
This doesn’t lead anywhere we should follow, and we both know it.
I turn to him. “This is a bad idea,” I say quietly, my eyes darting across his.
“Horrible,” he murmurs.
“The worst.”
And then I’m kissing him.
So much for that idea.
I’m falling, tumbling into him as my lips part hungrily for his tongue. His hands slide up my arms, drawing me into him, growling as he kisses me fiercely. I moan into his lips, and then he’s pulling me into him, and I’m powerless to stop myself.
My leg swings over his lap, and then we’re face-to-face, skin-to-skin, kissing heavily, and moaning into the other. His hand slides to my hair, tangling in my locks as he holds me tight and kisses me hard enough for my toes to curl. My nipples drag against his chest, and I can feel his thick cock pulsing so hard between us.
I reach down, curling my fingers around his length before slowly giving it a stroke.
“Fuck, Ivy.” He groans into my mouth and I stroke him faster, feeling him pulse and respond to my touch.