My mouth.
Around my cock.
She motions to my jeans. "You're a tease."
"You have no fucking idea."
That gets her breath catching in her throat. She forces herself to turn toward the beach. There are a dozen people here, but none are near us. "I guess I don't want you to get arrested. Not until I've had my way with you." She folds her glasses on her towel. Pushes herself to her feet. Dusts the sand off her ass.
I want my hands on that ass.
I want it pressed against my cock as I pin her to the wall.
I want to paint it red with my palm.
Fuck. I need to stop this train of thought or I'm going to get both of us arrested.
I focus on the waves crashing into the beach.
I pull my t-shirt over my head.
Wrap the towel around my hips. Shimmy out of my jeans and boxers and into my board shorts.
Let the towel fall to the ground.
Kay offers her hand.
I take it.
And I lead her right to the edge of the water.
She dips a toe in the surf. Cringes as water hits her ankle. "It's freezing."
"This is as warm as it gets."
"Still." She takes another step into the water. Another. "How come this was so much easier when I was a kid?"
"What wasn't?"
"True." She squeezes my hand, pulling me into the surf with her.
We wade until we're knee deep. Well, I'm knee deep. The water comes up to her thighs. Almost to—
She steps into a tiny wave. Yelps as the water rushes over her waist.
She turns to me with a smile. Wraps her arms around my waist. "I jump, you jump?"
"Always."
Kaylee nearly runs back to our blanket. She wraps herself in her towel like it's a hug she needs desperately.
I towel dry my hair. My shoulders. My chest. "Check the backpack."
She drops to her knees, slides on her glasses, leans over my backpack, and looks up at me. "What am I looking for?"
My command for you to suck me off.
Fuck, if there were less people here—