Page 28 of Love Bites
She swallowed the lump in her throat and looked up at him. His eyes and nostrils flared as he stared at her body’s reaction to him. She felt wetness pool beneath her legs and her nipples pucker.
“You brought me to a nude beach.” Even getting the words out cost her dearly. She had to suck in more oxygen, focus on his face, forget about the perfection standing in front of her, forget about his incredibly well-endowed body and focus on her words. But her mind betrayed her, and so did her eyes as her gaze travelled to his chest again.
“Most of the beaches in Europe allow nudity,” Ignacio stated matter-of-factly. Unlike her, his voice and manner were calm, and he betrayed no hint of discomposure. If anything, he stared at her with amusement.
She crossed her arms over her chest as if that might cover her reaction before she walked huffily past him toward the waves. He followed her until she chose a spot close to the shore.
Ignacio set to work. He pulled two towels from his duffel bag and spread them out side by side on the sand. They were close enough to the water to feel the slight spray of the sea salt, but not close enough to soak their towels. They sat, and Katheryn cast another tentative glance around the beach. Nudity assaulted her everywhere. She tried to avert her gaze, but it was so strange to see.
One didn’t just walk along the streets of America without clothing on, unless you lived in a nudist colony. So it was strange to see people flaunting their birthday suits as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“You feel odd, don’t you?” Ignacio asked after a stretch of silence.
“I feel out of place,” she admitted.
His gaze bore into her, making her feel exposed. “Maybe you’d feel less out of place if you did what everyone else is doing and take off your clothes.”
The suggestion hung thick between them.
It made sense. If she was going to visit a nude beach, it only made sense to get naked. What was the point of visiting one if she wasn’t going to get with the program? But she hadn’t known where they were going! She had assumed they were going to go to a normal beach, hence the swimsuits. If Ignacio had planned on getting her naked from the get go, then there would have been no point to buying a bathing suit.
Maybe he’d done it to give her a choice. It was like saying,here’s a swimsuit, even if you don’t really need it. Do what makes you comfortable. Get naked, keep your clothes on, whatever.
But, what the hell? She was in Spain, on vacation and a once in a lifetime opportunities didn’t come often, which was why they were called once in a lifetime. She may as well enjoy herself a little.
Slowly and deliberately, she stood in front of Ignacio. He sat with his knees up, arms resting on them. He looked at her with a questioning glance then his gaze flared when she began to shimmy out of her running shorts.
The garment fell down to her ankles. She lifted one leg out then flicked the other, causing the shorts to fly onto Ignacio. He caught them with a laugh then set them aside to watch her again. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt, took a deep breath, then pulled it over her shoulders.
She knew she played a dangerous game, but she didn’t care. She knew she tempted him, would probably drive him over the edge with this foreplay, and that was exactly what she wanted.
She tossed her shirt at him then stood clad in her swim suit, letting him get a good long look at her before she made a move to take it off. His eyes flared and grazed appreciatively over her body. His gaze took in her curves, moving over her breasts to her stomach then lower.
“I feel like swimming,” she said in a voice that was surprisingly husky, even for her.
“Me, too.” But his gaze was still lingering on her breasts.
Before giving herself time to feel shy or think about what she doing, she undid the strings at her back then flicked her hair over one shoulder and slowly untied the strings around her neck. The top fell to the ground along with Ignacio’s jaw. But before he could get a good long look, she turned around.
She thought she heard him growl.
Smiling over her shoulder, she hooked her thumbs in the strings at her waist and shimmied out of the swimsuit bottom, bending over for good effect to give him a perfect view of her ass. When she stood up and sauntered sexily to the ocean, she didn’t bother turning to see if he would follow.
She knew he would.
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Dear God, this woman is trying to murder me.
That was all Ignacio could think since the moment he’d set eyes on Katheryn that night. In her see-through shirt and swim suit, he could glimpse her perky nipples, and on the car ride, all he could imagine was getting a taste of them, of her.
And now, she was undressing before him as if it were nothing. It was pure torture. If he thought catching the shape of her nipples from behind tight clothing had been bad, well, tempting her to get naked had been so much worse.
As soon as she’d dropped her top to the sand, his eyes had gone automatically to the breasts that had teased him all night. They were just as he’d imagined and more. Milky white, with pink nipples that puckered in the cool, night air, almost as if inviting him to close his mouth over the nubs.
And when she’d bent over, it had been his undoing.
Her derrière was large and enticing. He wanted nothing more than to plunge himself into her from behind and hear her cry his name as he mercilessly drove her to the edge, over and over again.
