Fuck yeah. I nod.
"You like that I'm innocent. That I'm a virgin."
"Yeah. But it's mostly that you're Kay. That you rant about The Hunger Games, and eat nothing but almond butter and jelly sandwiches, and mumble Latin quotes when you're tired."
"Serva me, servabo te."
"What's that mean?"
"My secret."
I play with the hem of her shirt. "I'll torture it out of you?"
"That sounds more like a reward."
I shake my head.
She nods.
"You have no idea how far I can push you to the edge." I slide my hand over her ass.
Her pupils dilate. Her lips purse. "It still sounds like a reward." She grabs the backpack, finds her bikini and a towel and hands it back to me.
I take her hand to lead her down the steep path.
She squeezes my palm as she steps onto the sand. Her eyes get wide. Her smile too.
She kicks off her shoes. Wraps the towel around her chest and loses layer after layer. Her bra falls on top of her t-shirt. Her panties on top of that.
Her eyes catch mine. "Are you just going to stand there?" She nods to the backpack.
I have no plans of watching while she runs around the waves. Not when I could have my hands on her soft body. My lips on her neck. My promises in her ears.
But it's fun to torture her.
"Maybe." I pull my black board shorts from the backpack.
She nods. "You really do look ridiculous in those."
"I could skip them."
"You should." She calls my bluff.
Fuck, I want to. I want every inch of my flesh pressed against hers. But it's going to be hard enough resisting dragging her to the backseat with my clothes on.
And I didn't pack condoms.
My genius idea. No condoms means I won't fuck her.
But now it means I can't fuck her.
She drops her towel to show off her bikini. It's so fucking Kay. A shiny green bottom with a scale print and a soft skirt. A shiny purple top that ties around her neck and on her back.
It's Ariel's fucking bikini.
And fuck does she fill it out.
I want those soft tits in my hands.