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back wrapped in an oversized gray beach towel and Slade couldn't help but stare at her, anticipating her removing the towel. He'd long since memorized the curves of her body from previous beach visits. He remembered one incident in particular he wished to avoid today. He had been swimming to the shore and she'd reached up to untie the strings of her top before laying on her stomach. He had to linger in the water waiting for his erection to go down.
“Your turn.” She threw the car keys to him and he caught it. “I'll be in the water.”
Then she threw off the towel and Slade inhaled sharply, hoping she didn't catch the sound. She sauntered to the water and he froze as he scanned her body from her soft sun-kissed hair and over her Okinawan tanned skin. She had flesh covering her bones, the way he liked it—not like some skinny woman with pointy bones that would prod into him. Even so, she was toned from their morning runs and defined from PT pushups. Her waist tapered in and then her body flared back out with her generous hips he found so sensual. His eyes lingered on her cheeks, the tanned sides visible on the sides of her blue and yellow floral bikini.
Technically, your wife , he thought proudly.
She turned back and caught him gawking. “What are you doing, Slade? Stop staring at my big butt!” she cajoled.
Speechless, Slade ambled to the car to get changed.
****
Caitlyn met him as he approached the water. The sun caught on the delicate skin of her scar. Her lower right leg bore a deep pink gash, a remnant from a car accident when she was 15. It jolted her so much she never learned how to drive. That was fine, he didn’t mind driving them around. She had teased him saying he was a control freak and wouldn’t give up the wheel even if she had her license.
She hated the scar—thought it was hideous. But he considered it a part of her as well as a visible reminder of how he wanted to protect her. He quickly moved up to her face so as not to make her self-conscious.
“How about a race?” he proposed.
He beat her to the water without much effort.
“No fair,” she said. “You’ve competed in triathlons.”
“One day, you'll do one with me.”
“Never!” she exclaimed, her jade eyes widening.
“Oh, I'll convince you,” he said and swam under water to her, reaching for her legs.
She splashed the water as she tried to push him away, but it was too late. He gripped her thighs, stood up in the water, and threw her into the air. She shrieked before she went under.
“Oh! I hate you, Slade!” she exclaimed when she broke the surface.
He laughed and swam over to join her. “No, you don't.” He wrapped his arms around her so she was mere inches from his face. “You just married me.”
“A technicality,” she quipped. She tried to appear affronted, but he saw the corner of her lips twitch.
The arousal that shot through him minutes before when seeing her in a bikini was now dwarfed by the sensations shooting through him as he held her wet, nearly naked body. He marveled at how the sunlight gleamed off her hair, which had darkened to a shade of honey brown by the water and made her pale eyes appear even brighter. Her lips teased him, they were so achingly close. He should be able to pull her closer and kiss them. He should, but she'd probably sock him across the face if he tried.
“I'm going to lie out and dry off in the sun,” she said and wiggled out of his grasp to swim to shore.
Once again, he realized his erection would give him away. “I'm going to swim a couple more laps first.”
Slade lay in agony beside her on a beach towel. Although they'd come to the beach together a half-dozen times before now where he suppressed his desire for her, he found it impossible to control his heightened senses today. The closeness of her in that tiny bikini was too much.
What was going on? He had managed to control his desire up until now. Why was he so distracted today?
After what seemed like hours,
“Your turn.” She threw the car keys to him and he caught it. “I'll be in the water.”
Then she threw off the towel and Slade inhaled sharply, hoping she didn't catch the sound. She sauntered to the water and he froze as he scanned her body from her soft sun-kissed hair and over her Okinawan tanned skin. She had flesh covering her bones, the way he liked it—not like some skinny woman with pointy bones that would prod into him. Even so, she was toned from their morning runs and defined from PT pushups. Her waist tapered in and then her body flared back out with her generous hips he found so sensual. His eyes lingered on her cheeks, the tanned sides visible on the sides of her blue and yellow floral bikini.
Technically, your wife , he thought proudly.
She turned back and caught him gawking. “What are you doing, Slade? Stop staring at my big butt!” she cajoled.
Speechless, Slade ambled to the car to get changed.
****
Caitlyn met him as he approached the water. The sun caught on the delicate skin of her scar. Her lower right leg bore a deep pink gash, a remnant from a car accident when she was 15. It jolted her so much she never learned how to drive. That was fine, he didn’t mind driving them around. She had teased him saying he was a control freak and wouldn’t give up the wheel even if she had her license.
She hated the scar—thought it was hideous. But he considered it a part of her as well as a visible reminder of how he wanted to protect her. He quickly moved up to her face so as not to make her self-conscious.
“How about a race?” he proposed.
He beat her to the water without much effort.
“No fair,” she said. “You’ve competed in triathlons.”
“One day, you'll do one with me.”
“Never!” she exclaimed, her jade eyes widening.
“Oh, I'll convince you,” he said and swam under water to her, reaching for her legs.
She splashed the water as she tried to push him away, but it was too late. He gripped her thighs, stood up in the water, and threw her into the air. She shrieked before she went under.
“Oh! I hate you, Slade!” she exclaimed when she broke the surface.
He laughed and swam over to join her. “No, you don't.” He wrapped his arms around her so she was mere inches from his face. “You just married me.”
“A technicality,” she quipped. She tried to appear affronted, but he saw the corner of her lips twitch.
The arousal that shot through him minutes before when seeing her in a bikini was now dwarfed by the sensations shooting through him as he held her wet, nearly naked body. He marveled at how the sunlight gleamed off her hair, which had darkened to a shade of honey brown by the water and made her pale eyes appear even brighter. Her lips teased him, they were so achingly close. He should be able to pull her closer and kiss them. He should, but she'd probably sock him across the face if he tried.
“I'm going to lie out and dry off in the sun,” she said and wiggled out of his grasp to swim to shore.
Once again, he realized his erection would give him away. “I'm going to swim a couple more laps first.”
Slade lay in agony beside her on a beach towel. Although they'd come to the beach together a half-dozen times before now where he suppressed his desire for her, he found it impossible to control his heightened senses today. The closeness of her in that tiny bikini was too much.
What was going on? He had managed to control his desire up until now. Why was he so distracted today?
After what seemed like hours,
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