Page 91 of Dagger in the Sea

She handed me the tube of sunscreen and turned over on her stomach, turning her head to the side, sweeping away her hair. Her bare back was temptation in itself. I squeezed a line of the scented cream on her skin and rubbed the lotion over her sleek planes of firm flesh. She took in a deep breath and let out a low noise, her body squirming under my vigorous attentions. My fingers stroked down a curve so steep, just to the top of a slope so round—

A little boy screamed with laughter, his father throwing him in the shallow water, his yell piercing through me, and I let out the breath I’d been wringing in my chest like a wet towel I needed to dry. My fingers trailed down her spine and I snapped the cap back on the sunscreen.

“All done.”

“Thank you,” came her muffled, melted response. I grinned and tossed the tube back in her tote bag and fell back into my lounger, focusing my attention on the white gulls, their broad wings outstretched soaring and dipping in the sea. Adriana slept and I listened to her breathing, to the water welling and swishing on the sand, the occasional conversations the wind brought me.

Adri turned over again, her tits greeting me once more. I stretched my legs out, crossing one over the other. I felt like a fucking schoolboy struggling with a hard-on under my desk. But there was no desk and I was only wearing a bathing suit.

She let out a satisfied sigh. “This is perfect, isn’t it?”

Fuck yes it is.

I wanted every goddamn inch of her under me, in my hands, every inch pulsing with my body. I grabbed a water bottle from the table at my side and ripped the top off, chugging what was left it. Hot water, dull and viscous.

“Did you sleep?” she asked, her voice mellow.

“Are you serious?” I clipped.

“Yes, why?”

I lay back down, closer to her this time. “With this view? And I’m not talking about the sea, Lovely.”

She smiled. She was pleased with herself.

In one quick move I slid a hand around her thigh and pulled her against me. She let out a tiny yelp, formally summoning the carnal beast in me. Leaning over, I planted a kiss on her damp torso. Sun-kissed and scented with salt, her sweat, the lotion.

“Adri—”

She let out a small laugh. “Yes?”

“You evoke the strongest sensations in me and you know it.”

Unexpectedly, she remained relaxed in my grip which only excited me. Dared me.

Kiss along her tummy.

Kiss on her navel.

Lick of my tongueinthat navel.

Another lick along the edge of her bikini bottom. Always pushing boundaries until I’m told no.

She hissed in air, eyebrows doing a dance over the rim of her sunglasses, and she tried to twist away. I tightened my hold on her.

She brushed a thumb across my jaw. “Taking what you want?” she asked.

My head jerked, a muffled laugh escaping my mouth. “Always taking, that’s me,” I muttered. “How did you know?”

“I had you pegged from the very first, but I like that about you, Turo.”

And with those words she wiped that automatic bitter grin from my mouth. My teeth tugged on the elastic trim of her bikini bottom and her eyes flared.

“Have you ever brought Alessio here?”

She shook her head. “He’s never been to Andros.”

“But he’s been in you?”

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