Page 102 of Along Came Amor
“Oh, it’s like that?” He dove after her, and with a peal of laughter, she darted away like a nymph. They played for a few minutes, laughing and splashing each other in the turquoise blue sea while the sun beat thickly down overhead, and Roman couldn’t remember the last time he’d had this much fun. Finally, after she’d tackled him into the waves, he grabbed the waistband of her swimsuit and yanked her over to him. She gave up the fight immediately and turned in his embrace, looping her arms over his shoulders and locking her legs around his hips like she had that first night in the pool.
Roman was instantly hard again. He gripped her ass, his fingertips teasing her skin under the edge of pink spandex.
Around them, on the sand and in the water, people talked and played music, kids laughed and screamed, and the waves crashed. But it felt like they were alone. Roman wanted to kiss her with every fiber of his being.
“You’re killing me, profe,” he rasped.
“Am I?” Her lips quirked in a teasing smile. “Let me check.”
And then her hand dove under the water to untie his swim trunks.
He groaned and pressed his face into her neck as her fingers reached into the clingy fabric and netting to grip him. Theywere both soaking wet and her hand was cool, but where their skin touched, heat flared.
They weren’t supposed to be doing this yet. Right? Wasn’t there some reason why he’d been holding back? Oh yeah, they needed to talk first. And then he needed to tell her he loved her. But fuck, her hand felt so good caressing his cock, and her ass felt amazing in his hands.
His fingers flexed, sliding over her wet skin and inching closer to her center.
Fuck it. They’d talk later.
He trailed his mouth along her jaw. “Ava—”
A wave crashed down, knocking them sideways and sucking them under the water. Ava was pulled from his grip. Saltwater rushed into his mouth and nose, and he couldn’t tell which way was up. Then Roman’s feet touched sand and he propelled himself upward, his head breaking the surface. He came up coughing and spluttering, wiping water and snot off his face. When he looked around, he spotted Ava a few feet away, doing the same. He trudged through the water toward her, feeling a little less resistance than before...
Ava gasped. “You’re naked!”
Roman glanced down at himself. Ah. That was why there was less drag. His swim trunks were completely gone.
“So I am,” he said, sinking lower in the water. “Well, this is a predicament.”
Ava burst into peals of laughter. “This,” she said, choking out the words between giggles, “is your payback for stealing my pan—”
She was cut short when another wave smashed into her back and toppled her over. The current was pushing them into thebreaker zone. Roman waited for her to come up, then took her arm to pull her into deeper waters.
Her hair was coming loose from its braids and she pushed it away from her face, rubbing seawater out of her eyes. When she lowered her hands, Roman’s eyes nearly fell out of his head as he gazed at her bare breasts.
Without thinking, his hands shot out to cover them.
“Roman, what—” She let out a strangled screech when she saw why he was suddenly groping her. “My top!”
“You can’t make this shit up,” he mumbled, but she wasn’t in the mood for jokes.
“Find it!” she hissed, covering her chest with her arms.
He made a helpless gesture toward his crotch. “Between the two of us, you’re still more covered than I am. And the beach will respond a lot better if you go out there topless than if I come out with no pants.”
“I can’t believe this is happening,” she muttered, searching the water around them.
“¡Mira esto!” a high-pitched voice called somewhere to Roman’s left. He glanced over to where a trio of kids played in the water, just in time to see a boy around Yadi’s age wave what looked like a wet pink flag.
Roman surged toward them as the boy threw Ava’s bikini top to his friend. The other kid caught it and held the pink triangles in front of his own skinny chest, laughing. He raised his arm to throw the top to the third boy when Roman lunged through the water and snatched it from his hand.
“Gracias,” he said, a little out of breath. “Eso es mio.”
“¿Qué?” the boy asked. “¿Tuyo?”
“Es de mi novia,” Roman explained with a wink, revelingin calling Ava his girlfriend, even if it was only to a bunch of children. All three boys looked past him to where Ava waited, red-faced and crouching in the water up to her neck. Roman dove underwater and swam away before they noticed he was missing something too.
He returned the top to Ava, who struggled to get the wet spandex triangles back over her breasts under the water. “Do you think anyone saw?”
