Chapter Twenty
Lucy let the waves shove her around, half laughing, half sputtering as the breakers slapped cool and stinging water against her bare skin.
She tilted her face up into the dark, salt-heavy air and tried not to think about how close she was to a dozen cameras and the entire production crew.
She was naked. Bare-bummed and reckless, it seemed.
Suddenly, the entire thing felt like a huge mistake.
Skye wasn’t moving. At all. She was just a dark silhouette up on the beach with her arms crossed over her chest.
Lucy’s stomach plummeted to her toes. What if Skye wasn’t coming in? What if she just sat there while Lucy flailed around in the waves like a complete idiot?
Her laugh faded away with her confidence, and suddenly the ocean felt too big and too loud. Lucy hugged herself against the cool air and waited as her heart tripped over itself. She would give it another five seconds, ten at the most, before heading back to shore.
But then, suddenly, there was movement.
Skye stood up. She stretched. And for a terrifying second, Lucy thought she was just dusting herself off before heading back up to the party.
But then her hands went to the zipper on the back of her dress, and dark fabric peeled away inch by inch, revealing Skye’s ivory pale skin that seemed to glow all ethereal-like in the moonlight.
She stepped out of the dress and made quick work of her bra before she tossed it to the sand.
Her underwear went next, a tiny scrap sliding down her long, toned legs, and Lucy’s breath hitched.
For the second time that evening, Lucy experienced what could only be called a dizzying sense of relief.
It was so fierce that it once again nearly knocked her flat.
Not only was Skye not sleeping with Alexis, but she also wasn’t pushing Lucy away.
She was here. Stripping down. Choosing this and choosing her.
“I thought you weren’t going to come,” Lucy said when Skye waded into the water. She was gorgeous. Lucy couldn’t help but stare as the moonlight slid over the angles of Skye’s body, showcasing her perky breasts, the curve of her hips, and her flat stomach.
“I couldn’t let you skinny dip alone,” Skye said just before a wave crashed against her waist. She let out the tiniest startled yelp and then leaped forward to dodge the next one. “And I thought you should know that I’ve actually never done this before. Skinny dipping.”
Lucy gasped. It was a mock gasp, but still, Lucy was a bit surprised. “Seriously?”
“Never,” Skye said, moving closer. “It just never appealed to me.”
“And how do you feel about it now?” Lucy asked, keeping her eyes on Skye’s face when all she wanted was to flick her gaze down… and down further. “Does it appeal to you now?”
“You have no idea,” Skye said, smiling. “It turns out, you just need the right person to go skinny dipping with. There’s no fun in doing it alone.”
“And you’ve never had the right person before?
” Lucy asked. The question just slipped out before she could stop it.
She knew she was pressing where she shouldn’t and pushing for answers when the moment was already perfect.
But she couldn’t help it. A tiny part of her was green with jealousy at the thought of Skye with someone else, and another part—maybe a little bigger, but only by a spoonful—was desperate to know that she was the exception.
“No,” Skye said, shaking her head.
Skye was barely a breath away. She was so close that Lucy could see tiny droplets sliding down her jaw and feel the ripple of water when her knee brushed Lucy’s under the surface.
“I haven’t,” Skye added. “Not with anyone I’m willing to risk getting caught by the camera crews.”
“But you are with me?” Lucy asked.
“I don’t think I can spell it out any clearer than this,” Skye laughed, pointing to herself and the ocean surrounding them. Her grin was devastating, the kind that made Lucy want to melt right there in the breakers. Her knees were weak, and her heart hammered like a drum solo.
Skye said something else, but Lucy didn’t catch it over the wave that slipped past them and crashed onto the shore.
Or maybe she just wasn’t listening anymore because all she could think about was kissing Skye.
Thankfully, it seemed Skye felt the same way because she was lunging forward.
Everything suddenly went sideways, chaotic and perfect all at once.
Their bodies collided, but it was anything but elegant.
Skin crashed against skin, all slippery and impossibly warm.
Lucy’s arms flew up around Skye’s shoulders while Skye’s hands clamped down onto Lucy’s waist. The waves shoved them about, slapping against their ribs, but they didn’t move.
It was as if they were fixed to the sand beneath their feet, and to each other.
“I know you said we should keep the kisses in front of the cameras,” Lucy teased.
“Did I?” Skye asked, pulling Lucy flush against her. “Because if I did, I didn’t mean it, of course.”
“Of course,” Lucy said, glancing at Skye’s mouth. Those full lips were slightly parted and glistened from the spray of the waves.
Skye grinned. “I’m glad we’re on the same page. Even if this is risky.”
“You mean the fact that anyone can come running onto that beach and see us here, naked, together?”
“Exactly,” Skye whispered, her head tilting closer. “But like you said. Fuck Alexis.”
“Fuck Marla and the cameras.”
And then they collided.
The kiss didn’t start gently. It was hungry and messy, with teeth brushing against lips and arms tangling and slipping over slippery, saltwater-slicked skin.
Skye’s hands moved from Lucy’s waist to her back, pulling her even closer.
If that was even possible. At the same time, Lucy’s fingers threaded into Skye’s hair.
She never wanted to let go. Saltwater dripped into her mouth and stung her eyes, but it only added a dizzying rush to the moment.
Lucy gasped and laughed and moaned all at once, and Skye grinned against her lips.
“Wouldn’t it be nice if we could just turn into mermaids and swim off into the deep together? ”
Lucy wasn’t about to ruin the moment by telling Skye just how fearful she actually was of the ocean. The only reason she wasn’t petrified was because she could still feel the sand beneath her toes.
But instead of confessing, she let Skye’s laugh vibrate against her mouth and pressed herself closer. Skye’s hand slid lower and found the curve of Lucy’s hip.
“You’d make a very cute mermaid,” she whispered before her mouth trailed damp and open kisses down Lucy’s jaw to her neck.
Lucy shivered, not entirely from the chill of the waves. “And you’d be the siren that destroys all the boats.”
Skye grinned against her skin. “Obviously.” Her teeth grazed Lucy’s throat, and Lucy’s knees nearly gave out. The salt stung her freshly shaven legs, the water pulled, but Skye’s body was warm and solid against hers. For once, Lucy didn’t mind not feeling steady.
She let out a moan when Skye’s hands smoothed over her ribs and her thumbs brushed the underside of her breasts. And another when Skye’s hand moved up, just an inch or two, and she rolled Lucy’s nipple between her fingers.
“Skye—” Lucy’s voice broke. It was more of a plea to carry on than a warning.
“I know,” Skye muttered, her voice breathy and hot. She slid her other hand down Lucy’s thigh, and Lucy panted. She spread her legs, not caring that the water was knocking her from the side, or that her arms were circled around Skye’s neck, holding on for dear life.
Lucy gasped as Skye’s fingers slid to her sex.
She moaned as they began moving in and out.
And then she growled when Skye found her clit with her thumb and applied pressure.
The pressure swelled as the water lapped higher against their bodies.
It had Lucy rolling her hips with every slip and slide of Skye’s fingers until she was begging her to stop.
“Please,” Lucy muttered, completely out of breath, already finished. “I want to go down on you, and I can’t do it here without developing gills first.”
Skye laughed, and before Lucy could even suggest sneaking back to Skye’s bungalow, Skye was already pulling her out of the surf by her hand. They grabbed their clothes, giggling uncontrollably, and ran half-bent, half-naked, with hair plastered to their faces along the stretch of beach.
By the time they washed the sand off their feet at the hose and then burst through the door of Skye’s bungalow, Lucy barely gave Skye time to kick the door shut.
She pushed Skye down onto the bed and climbed on top of her.
The feel of her smooth, silky skin against Lucy’s was like a drug.
It was almost too much. Too intoxicating.
Lucy didn’t want to be patient. Not now.
She wanted Skye completely undone beneath her.
She wanted to taste her, and to press her face between those long, thick thighs and breathe her in.
“You’re unbelievable,” Lucy whispered, taking Skye in. All of her. Her legs fell open, revealing a thin strip of pubes like an arrow pointing down to her sex.
Skye chuckled as her hands went to the crease at Lucy’s hips. “I can say the same thing about you.” Her hand swept up Lucy’s stomach to her nipple once again, pinching it tightly until it hurt, but in the best kind of way. She then moved on to the other and did the same.
Lucy could easily lose herself in Skye’s touch.
She could easily let Skye take charge again, like she had done in the ocean.
And she kind of did. Skye moved her hands down again and guided Lucy’s hips, moving her so that she was practically pumping her sex against Skye’s stomach.
It was fucking hot. Even hotter when she leaned back and reached for Skye’s thighs.
Skye’s eyes flicked to her center, watching as it scraped over and over Skye’s skin.
But then Lucy remembered the reason they had snuck off to the bungalow, and she ceased the movement.
“What are you doing?” Skye asked, frowning softly.
“You’ll see,” Lucy winked, shifting down toward the edge of the bed.
Despite feeling completely impatient, Lucy took her time. First, she kissed Skye’s stomach just below her navel, then again at the delicate skin of her right hip. Then, she kissed Skye twice on the inside of her right thigh. Skye opened her legs wider, and Lucy blew hot breath against her core.
“Oh, fuck,” Skye muttered, trembling. “Please never stop doing that. Ever.”
“You mean this?” she asked, blowing out more hot air.
“Yes…yes,” Skye barely managed.
Heat rushed through Lucy’s body at the sounds Skye was making. Once she was sure Skye was as wet as she could get, Lucy buried her face between Skye’s legs and slid her tongue over her folds.
“Oh. My. God,” Skye groaned again, this time tangling her fingers into Lucy’s hair.
Lucy felt her own arousal building up again, but she was far too busy pleasing Skye to do anything about it.
She wrapped her arms around Skye’s thighs and tilted her chin slightly before she closed her mouth over Skye’s clit.
She sucked and sucked until Skye was shivering beneath her, tensing up, and screaming profanities in the air. And then she sucked some more.
Lucy loved every second of it. The smell of Skye, the way her hips moved subconsciously toward Lucy’s mouth. The way Skye’s hands kept pulling at Lucy’s hair turned her on.
She buried her face deeper and moved her tongue faster, greedy for every little sound she pulled from Skye’s lips. And then some.
“Damn, Lucy,” Skye’s voice cracked. Her grip on Lucy’s hair tightened as she couldn’t decide whether to push her closer or to pull her back. “This is—” But she cut herself off again before she could say anything more.
Not that Lucy needed words to understand that Skye was having a good time. A very good time. Lucy smiled against her, refusing to let up. At least not until Skye’s screams hit the ceiling. “Stop!” Skye called. “You’re killing me.”
Lucy glanced up. “I’d rather be killing you than leave you wanting more,” she said, grinning. “I can’t imagine if I left here, and you thought, wow, sex with Lucy is boring.”
Skye laughed so loud, Lucy worried someone, somewhere, had overheard. She then pulled Lucy up to her and squeezed her ass. “You could never be boring.”