Page 61 of The One for Forever

“You do have me, Quinn. Always. No matter what happens.”

When we’re ready to head in, I jump off the board to push us back to shore, while Quinn sits on top of it. I help her up, then grab both boards and head back toward the house.

“I have an outdoor shower around the side,” I say, pointing. We need to wash off all the sand before we go back inside. I drop off the boards on the patio, and we strip the wetsuits.

I follow Quinn around the side of the house. There’s a partial enclosure constructed of teak wood, sheltering the shower from the view of the road, but leaving it open to the beach.

Quinn turns on the water. She waits a moment for it to heat, since I’ve got the hot water feeding out here. She steps under the spray. Streams cascade over her body. All her curves are on shameless display.

She turns to face me. I’m still standing in the opening to the enclosure. A wicked grin spreads on her face.

Her fingers hook the tiny straps on her bikini top, and she tugs them down.

I groan. Her breasts are full, with rosy, pink nipples jutting out. Just begging to be sucked. My cock starts to fill in my board shorts.

“See something you like?” she asks.

I walk toward her. “I do. I see a sexy woman who wants my attention.”

“Is it that obvious?”

I bend to close my lips around her nipple. She moans, fingers threading into my wet hair. Her skin is slightly salty. Warm and smooth. My hands go to her hips, squeezing gently. I lick and suck until she’s writhing against me. Then switch to the other side to lavish her other nipple with attention.

I’m fully hard now, my dick throbbing. “Wash off,” I command. “I can’t do everything I want to do to you here.” Quinn goes to pull her bikini straps up again, but I untie the back so it falls to the ground. “That stays off.”

Smiling, she steps back under the spray. I crowd in with her, quickly rinsing the sand from my body. Quinn bends her arms over her head like she’s a pinup model.

Growling, I grab hold of her and hoist her up, my arms cinching around her hips. Her breasts jiggle right in front of my face. I give the right nipple another lick as she laughs, but I need to get her inside the house before I burst. I’m not so much worried about public indecency as the fact that I want my mouth on other parts of her. I need more room.

I manage to slide open the patio door, not bothering to shut it. We’re safe here. A salt-scented breeze follows us inside. We make it as far as the sectional couch before I set her down. I’m trying not to jostle her too much given her concussion. But Quinn flops backward, lying with her arms stretched up,knees bent, breasts on display. The tent in my board shorts is downright obscene. I keep my cock in his place, though.

I have to stop and admire her as I stand over her. Quinn, my beautiful blond-next-door, is sprawled on my couch wearing nothing but string-bikini bottoms.

Life is good.

“Here I am,” she says. “What should I do now?”

“Untie your bikini bottoms.” My voice is raspy, drenched with lust.

“Yes, Rex.” She slides one hand along her side until she reaches the left tie. Pulls the bow until the strings open. Slowly, she undoes the other tie. “What now?” she asks.

I’m salivating. “Take them off.”

She shifts around and tosses the yellow fabric onto the carpet. But her knees are knocked together, hiding the view.

“Open your legs. Let me see you.”

She sucks in a breath. Quinn’s pulse jumps at her throat. My own chest is tight with anticipation, my heart rate speeding.

Her legs spread, revealing the pink center of her, the rosy folds glistening with wetness. Fuck.

I drop to my knees.

“You want my mouth on you?” My voice is ragged. I’m already strung out with desire. But I remember her nervousness earlier. No matter how teasing and sexy she’s being, I need to make sure she’s excited about every single thing we do.

“Please,” she whispers. “Please, please, please, Rex. Put your tongue inside me.”

Doesn’t get any clearer than that.

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