Page 71 of Casita Casanova
And fuck me, that bikini might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. It barely covers her, leaves nothing to the imagination. Just tiny black triangles that look like they were made by someone’s grandmother and a couple of knitting needles. I can’t tell if they’re see-through or the beige peeking through the black is fabric.
The desire to find out for myself is heady and swells my cock uncomfortably.
Reaching past her, I grab the sunscreen pushed into the sand beside her towel, then hold it out as I look back at the ocean. “Care to rub me down?” My lips twitch at the innuendo in my words, but Maryn doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything. So I turn back to her and flash her the panty-dropper to really drive it home. Someone needs a little reminder about who’s got the ball in this game. Her sunglasses are back over her eyes, so I can’t see the eye roll, but I chuckle anyway because I know her so well already. “Something wrong?”
She huffs, then pushes up to her feet.
Holy.
Fuck.
Her ass.
“Maryn,” I practically whine. The word comes out of my mouth without my permission, sounding pained as fuck, but I don’t even give a shit. Shemakesme feel this way.
Strained.
Desperate.
Starving.
I’ve never gone this long without just taking what I want.
Never had to struggle to maintain myself around a woman—especially one who so blatantly wants me right back. She’s making me work for it and it’s killing me.
She stretches her arms, pushing up onto her tiptoes as she stares out at the sea. My cock strains against my swim trunks. I’m so fucked.
A mom with two little germ-junkies walks by, so I grab Maryn’s beach bag and place it on my lap. That’s all I need, an indecent exposure charge while I’mlaying lowandblending in.
She turns around, and as soon as her eyes register the bag in my lap, her lips curl into a smug, fucking sexy grin. “Something wrong?” she throws back at me.
My teeth clench. My cock throbs with renewed need. I might like the front view as much as the back. Not sure. Going to need more time to research. Just nothere, wherechildrenare present.
“I have a surprise for you,” I say, trying to change the subject.
But all it does is fuel my desire for her more because that smile on her face, the genuine one… well, I might like that as much as the challenging one or thecome fuck meone she doesn’t even realize she has.
“Maryn,fuck.” I hang my head and close my eyes. “You’re killing me.”
“Now you understand.”
“What do I understand?”
When she speaks again, she’s kneeling beside me. “What your smile does to me.” She laughs softly, a throaty sound that does nothing to fix my situation. “What it does to everyone.”
I turn and meet her gaze, searching her eyes through her sunglasses. Then I reach up and pull them down to rest on her nose. I slide my hand into her hair to cup the base of her head. “It’s going to be so worth it.”
“What is?” Her voice is breathy and soft. I won’t be able to leave this beach for a long ass time if she keeps this up.
So I probably shouldn’t say this but, she did ask. “When I finally fuck you senseless.”
Her lips part on a gasp and, sure enough, Thor responds like the fucking hammer he is. Ready to bang things. I close my eyes on a long blink, then open them again and look at her. “Why don’t you go on and head home. I’ll meet you up there.”
She licks her lips. They twitch on a smile. Then she gives me a curt nod and leaves quickly.
What the hell is this woman doing to me?
Chapter Twenty-Six
