Page 80 of Haze of Obedience
We spend the next hour fighting bigger waves, and when we finally get past the dock, my arms are on fire.
"That part of the beach looks like it doesn't belong to anyone. Let's go to shore for a break," Dirk directs.
"Thank goodness. My arms are going to fall off my body."
We get to shore, and he helps me out of the boat. Once the kayak is on shore, Dirk removes the sunscreen from his bag and squirts it in his hands. "Take off your vest."
I remove it.
He steps in front of me. His delicious scent makes my butterflies go crazy, and he gives me a forearm and palm massage that makes my body throb. He concentrates on my face the entire time with a cocky expression on his. "Feel good?"
"Mm-hmm."
He gets more sunscreen and steps closer, so my face is only inches from his pecs. He adds the lotion to my biceps and shoulders and continues kneading all my muscles. He murmurs, "You like this?"
"Mm-hmm."
And since he isn't close enough already, he eliminates any room between us and moves my hair to the side before sliding his hands over my body to my back.
My insides turn to Jell-O.
I could lick his pecs right now.
"What about this?" He pushes his thumbs on both sides of my spine and glides them down to the top of my swimsuit.
"Mm-hmm." I glance down at his arrows.
He spins me, so my back is against his torso. He brings his hands around to my stomach and inches his fingers under the fabric of my suit.
I inhale and freeze.
Oh, God. Please go lower.
He doesn't. "You're a little red here. I don't think I covered you last time. Sorry." His fingers stay barely under my suit, and he continues covering me in the sunscreen. When he's done, he asks, "Want me to get your legs?"
I nod but say, "I'll get it."
He splays his hands on the side of my thighs. "You just nodded."
"Mm-hmm."
"That means yes, but you said you'd get it."
Snap out of it, Zoe.
"Oh, right. No. I'll do it. Thank you."
We quickly both cover our legs in sunscreen, and I take the bottle. "Turn."
After I spend a reasonable amount of time on his back, I step in front of him.
His lips twitch. "Don't forget my tatts."
Against my will, I glance at his arrows.
More cockiness fills his face, and he raises his eyebrows above his glasses.
I slide my hands over his biceps. "Did you just flex your muscle?"
