21 Days (Time for Love 2)

“Don’t stop,” was her answer.

I chuckled softly and continued her massage. “You don’t have to work today, right?”

“No, I’m off,” she grunted in reply.

“I’m off too. Let’s do something fun. If you could go anywhere, where would you want to go?”

“Water,” she mumbled.

I knew that. Sasha loved the water. Ocean, lake, river, creek, pool … It didn’t matter. Sasha loved being around the water, and swam like a fish.

“Okay, where do you want to go today? Lake or ocean?”

She lifted her head a bit and peered at me through a layer of hair. “The ocean’s two hours away.”

“So?” I asked, raising my eyebrow in challenge.

She squealed and bucked, so I moved to the side and almost fell off the bed when she threw herself into my arms. I didn’t get the chance to hug her back, because in a flash she was off the bed and running to her dresser. “Just give me five minutes to get my bathing suit and get dressed.”

I laughed at her exuberance and pleasure filled me. I was happy I’d brought it up; seeing Sasha so excited made me eager to continue to please her. I loved seeing her so carefree.

Within ten minutes we were packed, loaded in the car, and headed to the ocean. Within twenty, we were leaving Dunkin’ Donuts, coffee and breakfast in hand.

“This was a great idea,” Sasha turned her head toward me and said with a grin. She turned up the radio when Staind came on, and I knew she did it because I loved them. There was something to be said about hanging out and traveling with someone who knew you so well. It seemed like the last two weeks had been too easy. Even when things were hard, or one of us was having a bad day, we hadn’t freaked out on each other or gotten all sensitive about things. We knew how to relate and react to each other. It was like we were on the same wavelength. It was actually kind of freaky, but really nice at the same time. I’d never had a sexual relationship that was … more.

I reached my hand out to take hers as I sang along to the lyrics. The weather was perfect, the company was even better; add in a great song on the radio, and you had the makings of a great road trip.

Sasha dozed during the last half of the trip, but I was content to drive and sing along to the radio. I followed all of the signs to the beach, then followed the road to the spot that our gang had found about four years ago. We came here a few times a year, sometimes all together, sometimes in different groups, and it was the perfect little spot to enjoy the beach. Not a lot of traffic or tourists, and beautiful clear water.

When I pulled into the parking spot and turned off the Camino, I turned to Sasha and ran my fingers down her arm. “Hey, Red, we’re here.”

She blinked her eyes open and her face lit up when she saw the ocean view through the windshield. “We’re here!” Sasha shifted toward me and leaned in to kiss me quickly on the lips before scooting backward and exiting the car.

I got out and walked around back to get the items we’d brought out of the trunk. By the time I walked out onto the sand, Sasha was already running toward the water, her hands outstretched as she yelled out loud. I set up the blanket and stuck an umbrella in the corner by the sand. Sasha loved the water like she was a fish, but her fair skin couldn’t take the sun.

I put the cooler off to the side and pulled out the sunscreen, then called out to Sasha, “Come here, Red.” I waved the sunscreen at her and she nodded then sprinted back to me, plopping down onto the blanket beside me.

“Hey.” She leaned in and kissed the tip of my nose.

“Strip,” I demanded. Her eyes widened and then she laughed as she stood up. She began to pull the spaghetti straps of her dress down slowly, teasing me, as it slowly drifted down her body, revealing the emerald green string bikini that had been hidden beneath it. Like a sexy little present.

“Come here,” I said huskily, pouring the SPF 80 into my hands. I wasn’t lying when I said she had delicate skin. Sasha laid down on the blanket beside me and I took my time rubbing the lotion all of her exposed skin. By the time I’d finished, I may have made sure some undisclosed parts of her were rubbed down as well, just in case.

Sasha brought her lips to mine, rubbing her bottom lip seductively against mine, until I opened my mouth to her with a groan. She delved in and deepened the kiss, pushing her lush breasts against my chest, before she broke away and grinned at me wickedly. “C’mon, lover boy, let’s get wet.”

She was off like a shot. I stood up and quickly tried to rid myself of my T-shirt as I ran off after her down the beach, her laughter drifting to me on the wind. I kicked up my speed and grabbed her by the waist, spinning her and holding her tightly. Her laughter turned to screams as she saw me carrying her toward the water. “No, TJ!”

I brought my lips to her ear and said, “I thought you wanted to get wet,” and then I ran straight into the waves and dunked us both.

It was game on after that. We played in the water. Splashing each other, jumping over the surf, and diving under the salty waves. And then we were in each other’s arms, her legs wrapped around my waist as I ran my hands over her wet hair and kissed her everywhere my lips would reach.

“You hungry?” I asked when I broke away from her succulent mouth to take a breath.

“Mmmm-hmmmm,” she replied dreamily.

I kept her

in my arms and walked us back out toward our blanket, the beach still blissfully empty. I didn’t set her down until we reached our destination, then I reached for our bag and handed her a towel. I grabbed on for myself and toweled off quickly, wrapping it around my waist and sitting down. I sat there unmoving, watching as Sasha ran the towel over her body, trying to catch each drip of water and erase it from her skin. She stopped and looked down at me. “What?”