Rush (Carolina Bad Boys, #5)(70)

“You are playing on dangerous ground, Miss Lockhart.” Sitting beside her as she lounged back, I squirted a dollop of sunscreen into my hand.

That I managed not to squirt a dollop of precome in my shorts was nothing short of a miracle.

She smiled. “Am I? How so, Mister Rush?”

I growled, starting with her left leg first. “You know exactly what you do to me. Wench.”

“This?” Her fingers casually brushed the front of my board shorts, drawing a hard grunt from my lips.

My hips bucked forward.

I switched to her right leg, beginning at the ankle.

Her hand cupped lower, reaching for my about-to-burst balls.

“That.” Smearing more sunscreen between my hands, I pushed my thumbs against the gusset of her bikini, slowly pressing them beneath the fabric to slide along the puffy outer lips of her pussy.

She arched.

I dragged one finger down her center, gathering her moisture.

Her hand fell away from my thick pulsing cock.

I withdrew my fingers to glide up her tummy to the bottom of her tits, barely concealed by the tropical blue bikini top.

Her nipples formed hard points.

Her hips moved.

She licked her lips.

Massaging suntan lotion into her shoulders then down through her deep cleavage, I leaned over to slicken her mouth with my tongue she took hungrily inside.

“Turn over, minx.”

Chewing on her bottom lip, Shy complied.

I swatted her on the firm globes of her ass as soon as she flipped to her stomach.

“Stop being naughty,” I threatened in a low, throbbing voice set against her ear.

In return, she arched her back, bringing her barely concealed ass into prominence.

I slathered her back, dragging my hands down the center of her spine until I reached the deep ass dimples I bent over to lave with my tongue.

She hissed in a breath, her hands fisting into the beach blanket.

“I’m not sure I like this bathing suit, Shy.” My mouth hovered at her shoulder, my damp breath raising chills on her glowing, well-oiled skin.

“You love it,” she murmured in a smoky tone.

“You’re killing me.”

Turning to sit up, she pressed me onto my back. “My turn.”

To turn me on even more.

Great.

If my dick surged one more time we were gonna have a mess on our hands, and it wouldn’t be the sunscreen creaming all over.

I lay as still as possible—only groaning, moaning, twisting, grunting every few . . . seconds.

Fuuuuuuck.

Shy was good with her hands.

And when she straddled my hips to smear the lotion all over my chest, all I could think about was her riding me, hot and wet.

Yeah. Sex was happening tonight, if it didn’t happen in the water as soon as I got her out there.

Four little tugs on her little bikini, and I could have her naked in the water in no time flat.

Her barely concealed cunt pushed down on my aching meat as she swept her hands down my hard-clenching abs, and I gripped her wrists in a tight hold.

“We better pick this up later, unless you wanna get arrested for public indecency.”

She seemed to suddenly remember we were in public, and she wasn’t hiding her amputation.

Blushing lightly, Shy shifted away from me. “Is anyone staring at me?”

I leaned up onto an elbow, stroking down her arm to reach her palm and bring it to my lips. “Dunno. I can’t see anything but you.”

Her blush brightened, but she appeared less self-conscious.

Good thing.

Unfortunately, she curled up against me, and I went cartoon-style schwing again.

I needed to do something about the fucking rampant tent I was pitching in my shorts.

Jumping—lurching—to my feet, I cupped both hands at straining hard-on level.

Wiping a hand across my—drooling—mouth, I frowned. “Right. The point is to go swimming.”

“I thought it was to catch some sun.”

Shy stretched out, all luxuriant skin and skimpy bikini and tits . . .

Tits.

Bikini.

Shy.

“Up, woman.” I gave her my hand and easily swung her to her foot, taking her weight—nearly naked—against me.

Yup. Water. Needed now.

“So”—I lifted her into my arms—“I’m gonna carry you in. Unless you have any objections.”

That blush was back, but her eyes sparkled with a teasing glint.

She twined her arms around my neck and twirled her fingers into my hair.

“Just don’t let me fall.”

I kissed her softly. “Already told you that was never gonna happen.”

The soft sand was warm under my feet. Shy was hot against my body. We passed the lifeguard chair, and I waded up to my calves then to my thighs.

The water was bath-warm. Probably wouldn’t do a damn thing to reduce my erection. But getting Shy to swim?

Was gonna perform miracles on her self-confidence.

And I was so getting laid tonight.

Bubbles from breaking waves foamed around us, and Shy leaned back, letting me support her in every way as the Atlantic lapped over her legs and up her midriff.

“You ready, baby?” I kissed her at the scallop of her collarbone.

She nodded. “You can let me go now.”