She shifted position. I stopped to see what she was doing, and she swung around, straddling my waist and locking her ankles at the back. Now I could put my hands on her sweet little behind, round and tight beneath the stretchy dress.
We were face to face, and she bounced a little as we walked along. Her breasts swung just enough to tease me. She caught me staring and looked around us, up and down the beach. “Seems pretty empty tonight,” she said, and let one arm come away from around my neck.
Before I could figure out what she was up to, she’d pulled her arm up and out of the sleeve of her dress. It clung to her, just barely, as she wrapped the freed arm back around me and did the same to the other side.
When both arms were back around me, I couldn’t tear my gaze from that loosened top. It was tight enough to stay roughly in place, but each step we took sent it slipping a little farther down. The suspense was torture as I took bigger strides, encouraging it to fall.
Jenny threw back her head and laughed, knowing she was making me crazy. Her hair draped down her spine and tickled the backs of my hands where I held on to her.
She slipped a little, and I pushed her back up on my waist, shifting the bottom of her dress. And that’s when I felt the warm smooth contact of her skin down there.
She wasn’t wearing panties.
I lost it, my raging need of her too intense for another moment of this torture. I stopped right there on the shore and brought one hand around, pulling that infernal dress down to expose her beautiful sweet breasts.
My mouth closed over a nipple and she gasped, clinging to my head. I pressed that breast up and into my mouth, kneading it, reveling in its full round softness.
She squirmed against my waist, and knowing she was exposed against me made me a little crazy. I shifted her body up against my jeans and slid her down, imagining that pretty unprotected part of her getting the full treatment of the rough denim.
She groaned and pushed harder, her breathing rapid. I was beginning to really regret the beach idea. I lifted my head from that luscious nipple, about to suggest we get back in the limo.
That’s when I noticed the rocks she’d been talking about, just a bit farther down the shore. It was an outcropping, and I could see why she mentioned it. It gave a little protection, something less exposed than standing in the middle of the unbroken sand.
I headed straight for it. Jenny leaned her head down, resting it on my shoulder. Her dress was pushed together at her waist now. I wanted to set her down, look at her, touch and taste everything.
The rocks were surrounded by upshoots of weeds. There was no place to lie down, but that didn’t matter. Once we were inside the shelter of their towering sides, I set her in the sand and jerked the dress down from her body. Now, I only had to plan my nonstop worship of her skin, starting at her ankles.
Chapter 11: Jenny
Holy shit-sparkles. This guy was intense and I was naked on the beach.
Hidden among the rocks, I felt less exposed, not that I wasn’t an exhibitionist. Enough people had seen me naked to populate a small town. But getting arrested wasn’t on the agenda tonight.
Chance knelt down low, his hands massaging my ankles, his mouth kissing the inside of my knee.
I leaned back against the wall of rock, rough and gritty. He was heading north, and seemed intent on making a rest stop at —
Yes. There.
I clutched at his head as his tongue slid in all the right places. This was crazy, even for me. The beach. A stranger. I inhaled sharply as he sucked at me, his hand lifting one of my thighs to rest on his shoulder.
His other hand worked his magic. Just as I thought. Strong, deft fingers.
The world was already starting to splinter. It had been a while, and my body sang to his strumming like a Stradivarius. I didn’t care if I was mixing musical metaphors. I just wanted more, to shatter, to get what I’d been missing all those months.
He moved up, his hands still working on me, until his mouth reached a breast. One tweak there and that was it, I was over the top, shuddering against his palm, hanging on to his hair for dear life, crying out, long and slow. Random words. Then his name. Chance.
My knees started to give out, and he clasped my waist. My skin sizzled despite the chill.
“You okay, darlin’?” he asked, pressing me in.
I nodded against his chest. I fingered the bottom of his shirt, ready to see this boy who’d just turned me inside out. I pulled it overhead and let it fall. It hit the sand with a whisper.
Our little spot was dark, hardly any moonlight straining in, but I could see the contours of his chest. I ran my hands over those hard shoulders and down the bulge of his arms. I reached those talented fingers and squeezed.
He unfastened his belt with a jingle of metal. I couldn’t see much in the shadows, but his boxers were light colored, visible as he pushed his jeans down.
The pale fabric bisected him in the dark. He was erect and pushing against the elastic band. He kicked off his shoes and the jeans.