Four Day Fling(61)

His cock…I figured.

“Um,” I said.

“Um. You kiss me like that then wrap your legs around my waist—where I know you can feel my cock—and you say ‘Um.’”

“Um. Yeah.”

He laughed and kissed me again. I hugged him hard as our lips moved together, and he slowly backed us into slightly deeper water. His teeth grazed my lower lip, and his fingers dug right into my ass cheeks again. My clit throbbed as his cock bounced against me, and— “Fuck!”

We were underwater before I knew what was happening, and I sputtered as I found my footing and stood upright. “What the hell?”

Adam broke the surface, laughing, and wiped his face. “The sand dipped. I fell.”

“Ass. That’s what you get for going deeper in the water!” I huffed out a large breath. The water was chest-high for me now, and not gonna lie, I was not happy about having my nipples out in the ocean.

One creature was all it took and then—bam. No nipples.

I covered them with my arm again, and Adam grabbed my hand.

“Don’t panic, but something just touched my foot,” he muttered.

“Seaweed?” I squeaked.

“Nope. It was a tail.”

I bit my cheek to stop screaming and grabbed it. I jumped onto his back, holding him tightly.

“That’s right. Splash the water,” he eked out. “That’ll scare it off. Also, Red, you’re strangling me.”

“Sorry.” I loosened my grip on his neck. “Is it gone?”

“I don’t know. Stay still.”

“I thought you said nurse sharks don’t want to eat humans!”

“Okay, shit. For someone who grew up in Florida, you don’t know a lot about the water, do you?”

“If you couldn’t tell, it’s not a place I go a lot.” I wriggled on his back, trying to keep my feet out of the water.

“Stop splashing,” he told me, tapping my thigh with his fingers. “We’ll go slow.”

“If I die because you wanted to swim in our underwear, I’m going to haunt you forever and make your life hell.”

“Duly noted.” Slowly, he began the trek back to the beach. His steps were slow and careful, and this was exactly why my mom always told me to stay out of the water at night. “Nothing like a potential shark to kill a boner.”

“If it didn’t, I’d be worried.” I slid off his back to my feet and instantly winced. “Ow.”

“What’s up?” He looked at me, the concern on his face illuminated by the moon.

“My foot hurts.” I put my weight on my right foot.

“Hold on. I have my phone in my pants pocket. I’ll put my shirt out for you to sit on so I can look.”

He moved before I could register that he was leaving me standing at the very edge of the water.

Wait—no.

“Adam!” I hopped on my right foot onto the sand. “Don’t leave me with the shark.”

“Jesus, Poppy.” He laughed, running to me right before I fell over. “It’s not gonna come up that high. Come on.” He wrapped an arm around me and guided me over—still hopping—to where he’d laid his shirt on the beach.

He helped me down and got my dress, pulling it over my head to cover my boobs. He even did the zip up for me as I pulled my hair around and squeezed water out of it.

“Let me put my pants on.” He did that quickly then pulled out his phone. Using the flashlight to get some light, he gently took my left foot in his hand and tilted it to see. “You’re bleeding.”

“Great. So I was the reason for the shark.”

“Absolutely. It was entirely your fault we were almost eaten.” He half-smiled. “I can’t see anything in it. Does it sting or just hurt?”

“Just hurt.”

“All right. Here.” He rested my foot on his and, using the sleeve of his shirt, touched it to my foot.

“What are you doing?” I pulled away.

“Poppy, it’s just a shirt. I need to stem the bleeding before I take you inside and get a Band-Aid or something, okay? It’s right in the arch of your foot.”

I sighed. “I bet that happened when I went down.”

He nodded. “Probably when you fell the second time. You wouldn’t have felt it because you were too mad at me.”

“So, it’s all your fault instead.”

“If that makes you feel better.” He peered up at me, smiling, then checked my foot. “Okay. If I carry you, we can probably get there before it starts again.”

I groaned. “Driving home tomorrow is going to suck so bad.”

He gave me a sympathetic nod and stood up. Adam turned off the flashlight and tucked his phone back into his pocket, then bent to pick me up. I made sure to grab his shirt and both our shoes before he lifted me. He held me against his body with one arm behind my knees and the other around the top of my back.

“This isn’t how I planned this night to end,” I muttered grumpily as he carried me up the beach.

His laugh was light and low and oh-so-delicious. “You know what, Red? It wasn’t my plan, either, but it makes total sense, don’t you think?”

In a weird kind of way, he was right.