Tempting Read Online Crystal Kaswell

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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.

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—

"This." I drop to one knee, pull my thermos from the main pouch, and hand it to her.

She turns the lid open and takes a sip. "Vanilla black."

"Still perfect for you."

She shakes her head. Digs into the backpack until she finds the other stuff in there—a few bars of chocolate and a box of strawberries. "Romantic."

"And I'm not?"

"I guess I've never thought about it." She sits cross legged as she unwraps a bar of seventy percent dark. "Have you been romancing your one-night stands all these years?"

"Depends on your definition of romance."

She pats the spot next to her. "I'm not sure I have one."

I sit. Steal a square of her chocolate and let it melt on my tongue.

"Chocolate. Strawberries. Trips to the beach."

"Making sure she comes at least three times?"

Kaylee laughs. "Five. It's not romantic until you get to five."

"You're going to regret those words."

"I don't think so." She breaks a square of chocolate in half and places it on her tongue. Her eyelids flutter together as she lets out a soft moan. "This one is my favorite."

"I know."

She picks up the tea and takes a long sip. "This too."

"I know. I know you."

"Yeah. You do." She taps her fingers against the thermos. "But, um, did you... did you read my note?"

"No." I reach into the backpack and find the neatly folded pages.

She stares at me like I'm crazy as I hand them to her. "But I..." Her voice streaks with surprise. "I left this for you. To apologize."


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