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“Don’t be soft! It’s like seventy-five degrees, you wimp,” he calls, splashing me. I squeal, then laugh.
“Where’s that accent from anyway?” he asks me.
I don’t answer for a moment, trying to adjust to the temperature, failing, and deciding to just go for it instead. I take a deep breath and dive in, swimming a few strokes roughly in Kelly’s direction, before popping up a few feet away from him. I grin, because once I’m in, the water is really lovely.
“I, um, guess…it’s British, maybe?” I couldn’t sound less sure of myself if I tried.
“No way! You’re a Brit?”
“Technically, yeah. But I traveled around a lot, so I’m kind of an accent mongrel. My dad was in the military, and when I left school at sixteen, I decided not to follow in his footsteps; instead, I left to go traveling.”
“Is Johnny a Brit too?” Kelly’s eyes are wide with disbelief and wonder.
“That asshat? No way,” I snort. “He’s a Yank through and through.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Kelly points out.
“There’s a reason why it rhymes with wank.” I shrug with a cheeky wink, earning me another splash from Kelly. This time I laugh. “It’s a bad thing. My brother’s…ugh. I don’t want to talk about him. But let’s just say that by comparison, I’d just call you guys Americans.” Damn fucking fine ones at that. The kind you take home after a night of dancing. The ones you trust to hold your drink at the bar, or carry your wallet, so you can wear a skimpy dress. The kind that carry you to your car at the end of the night when your feet hurt, or you’re too drunk to drive yourself home, and you know they’ll get you back safely.
“And that’s better?”
“So much better,” I say, and he grins at me, making my stomach flip-flop again. I don’t want to think about the kind of man my brother is. I don’t want to think about him at all.
I swim over to Kelly and take the opportunity to splash him right back, laughing as I catch him unaware. He recovers quickly though, grabbing my arms and pinning them to my sides and pulling me against his ripped, hard chest. I’m not laughing anymore. In fact, I can barely breathe.
Our faces are so close, our noses almost touch, and from his soft warm breath that tickles my cheek, it seems like he’s breathing as hard as me. I have to look up to meet his eyes, going up onto my tiptoes. When Kelly loosens his grip on me, my hands shoot out of their own accord to balance myself using the tops of his arms, and he doesn’t hesitate to wrap them around me and pull me even closer into his embrace. Our chests touch, and despite the chill of our skin from the water, heat flares through me as he presses his lips to mine.
My lips part, and Kelly doesn’t hesitate to deepen our kiss. When his tongue slides into my mouth, I groan and melt into his arms. My legs wrap themselves around his waist, my arms snake around his neck, and my hands tangle through his hair, pulling him closer and deeper into me.
He reaches down, grabbing a handful of my ass in his large palm, massaging gently. I want to resist the urge to grind against the bulge I feel hardening between my thighs, since I just met Kelly, but fuck it. What’s the harm in having a little fun with a man that looks like he was blessed by Poseidon?
I give in to my lust, and move against him, savoring the sound of his moan as he hungrily devours me. If this is the way he kisses, what’s it like when he licks—
“Fuck, Belle,” Kelly whispers against my lips.
“Right here? Maybe we should save that for when we have a bed. Or table. Or at the very least a back seat,” I tease, and he groans.
“You’re going to be the death of my control, aren’t you?” Kelly asks quietly. Pretty sure that’s a rhetorical question, though. Surely he can’t expect me to answer when he’s using his firm grip on my ass to pull me harder against his thick cock, and the delicious friction against my clit has me moaning.
It’s heaven. Actual heaven.
Until the wave wipes us out, and we’re torn unceremoniously apart. I come up coughing and spluttering, with saltwater burning my eyes, nose, and throat several moments later. I’m a mess, my long hair plastered to my face in stringy salty wet ribbons. Ugh. Smooth and sexy. I scrape it back and rub my eyes til they’re clear. Only then do I think to look around for Kelly. He’s a few feet away, looking about as good as I do. His hair has come undone from its bun and is stuck to his face too. I laugh, and he shoots me a playful glare.
“Shut up,” he sulks.
“I thought it was just a girl problem,” I tell him, pointing to his hair and laughing.
“Long hair problem. This is why I don’t come to the beach much.”
“You’re gonna let a little thing like hair stop you from experiencing this joy?” I ask, spreading my arms wide to indicate the whole ocean around me. “Come on, it’s totally worth it.”
“That kiss was totally worth it,” he replies, and I try to bite my lip to hide my smile. Thankfully, I’m saved from having to answer by the mortifying rumble of my stomach. Yep, he can hear it over the sound of the sea. I think I need to die from embarrassment now.
“Lunch?” he asks.
“I love you, yes!” I blurt out without thinking. My blush deepens. Oh god, kill me now. Why did I say that?
“Seriously? That’s all it takes? Offering you food? Let’s do this! I bet if I pay, you’ll agree to marry me!” Kelly laughs uproariously and grabs my hand. I hadn’t even noticed his slow approach back to me, but I gladly let him take it. It starts those tingles and sparks along my skin again as we trudge through the water back to the shore.
