He chuckles. “It’s June. You’re allowed to be.”

“You’re not.” I flash him an accusing glance.

He motions to the sunblock. “I’ll put this on you. Don’t be shy.”

I look around, then throw off my cover-up, not sure if his retinas are going to be forever burned by the blinding sea of white gooseflesh in front of him.

But he kneels behind me, and then I feel his hands on my shoulders, and the cool shock of the sunscreen.

He smooths it on, caressing.

“Is your goal in life to continually torment me?” he murmurs in my ear. “Because that bikini is hot. You might as well wear nothing.”

I shiver in excitement as his hands keep stroking, beyond what anyone needs to do to put on sunscreen. His fingers dip below the ties of my bikini top, brushing my breasts, and I gasp.

“I should be thorough,” Caleb continues, scooping more sunscreen into his palm. “We wouldn’t want you to get burned now, would we?”

I silently shake my head, leaning back against him. His hands slide over my stomach, rubbing and teasing. His hand returns to my breasts, cupping them lightly, squeezing, gently pinching at my nipples.

I moan, feeling pleasure wash over me, hot as the sun.

Caleb leans in and kisses along the curve of my neck, as one of his hands strokes lower, between my thighs. He teases me through the fabric of my bikini bottoms, lightly rubbing my clit until I arch up against his hand, whimpering softly.

“God, you drive me crazy,” he murmurs, and I have to bite back a laugh.

Crazy? He doesn’t know the meaning of the word. Every touch makes my body taut with longing. Aching with desire.

He strokes again, lazily, then pauses. “You look awful hot around the collar,” he says, teasing me. “I think you need to cool off.”

Before I can react, he picks me up in his arms, strides to the edge of the boat, and leaps out into the ocean.

SPLASH!

The cold water closes over my head, shocking me. It’s freezing! I sputter and kick back up to the surface. I break through, gasping for air, and splash water into his general direction. “That wasn’t very gentlemanly!”

Caleb laughs, treading water beside me. “I never claimed to be a gentleman.”

I splash him again, getting used to the temperature now. The cold is actually glorious against my hot skin, icy and refreshing. Caleb kicks over, and pulls me close, claiming my mouth in a kiss that’s burning and cold all at once.

And utterly irresistible.

I wrap my arms around him and legs, and he keeps the both of us afloat there, treading water beside the yacht. I can feel his heart pounding against me. His solid torso, rock hard.

And the thick outline of him, pressing against me.

His hand dips below my bikini bottom, cupping my ass. I close my eyes. “You know what I can’t stop thinking about?” His voice is a dark murmur in my ear.

I shake my head.

“That look in your eyes, right before you come. I want to see it again. Right now.”

His hand slides lower, slipping two fingers inside me before I even know what he’s planning.

Just like that, I’m impaled on his fingers.

I gasp, gripping his shoulders, trying not to sink beneath the water, completely under his spell.

The sun is shining above us and the water laps around us, but all I can feel is the thick invasion stroking me from the inside out. I tilt my head up, and he doesn't need me to say anything.

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