Chapter Five #2
When we get to the dock, the women are waiting in a group.
Ashley and Kaylee are talking, and I allow my eyes to roam over her from head to toe, starting with the oversized sunglasses on her face and working my way down.
She’s wearing a dress again. This time, it’s white with an eyelet pattern.
It hugs her chest before flowing to just above her knees.
It’s not particularly revealing, but she looks stunning.
I focus my gaze on her long legs, internally cursing when the thought of having them wrapped around me makes my dick jerk back to life.
So much for taking the edge off. I have a feeling taking care of myself isn’t going to give me the satisfaction I truly need.
Mark’s girlfriend is among the women, and she comes to his side but it’s obvious the awkward tension between them remains. She’s stiff and he has that bored look that doesn’t bode well for her.
I focus on Kaylee as she greets me with a smile. “Hi, there. How did you sleep last night? Sharing a bed wasn’t too bad, right?” she asks.
I think about waking up with the scent of her coconut shampoo in my nose and her warm skin against mine. Clearly she has no recollection of draping herself over me. “No,” I say, my lips curving in a grin. “Not bad at all.”
“Time to load up!” someone yells out. We board the boat that’s just big enough to fit our party of nine.
There are two bench seats, and I end up sitting between Eric and Kaylee who tilts her head back with a smile, as if she’s trying to soak up the bright sunshine. When the boat starts moving, gliding over the waves, her hair whips wildly around, and I laugh when it hits me in the face.
It doesn’t take long before we reach the reef the owner of the boat says is ideal for snorkeling.
Everyone stands.
Kaylee wastes no time pulling her dress over her head, and my mouth goes dry at the sight of her in a red bikini with miles of skin on display.
Little triangles cover her breasts and my fingers itch with the urge to touch her beneath the barely-there material.
Before I can talk to her, she moves toward the back of the boat and accepts a snorkel from a man in a Hawaiian shirt handing them out.
I strip off my own shirt and kick off my shoes, leaving me in my swim trunks.
Keeping up with Kaylee is a challenge. I turn and she’s already in the water. Finally, I join her and make my way over. “Hey!”
“Hi. Isn’t this glorious?” We’re treading and she tips her head back, hair in the water, as she closes her eyes and soaks up the sun on her face.
“This thing doesn’t look very long,” I say, holding up the snorkel. Everyone else is spreading out, already face down in the water, and I know I’m stalling.
Kaylee snickers. “The guy handing them out told me it’s fifteen inches. Just stay near the surface. I don’t want to have to give you CPR if you inhale a bunch of saltwater.”
I can’t help but grin. “What do I have to do to get a different kind of mouth-to-mouth?” I ask her.
Kaylee laughs as she splashes me. “Come on. Let’s look at some fish.” I note she ignored the question and realize I’m going to have to be less subtle.
Snorkeling turns out to be more fun than I expected.
It takes a little while to get used to breathing through the tube, but I’m quickly distracted as I look around under the water.
Sunlight pierces the surface in dancing patterns, and the world is made up of shades of blue.
The coral reef is fascinating, with stony structures and purple vegetation.
There are branching parts that remind me of deer antlers growing so high I can almost touch them.
I feel a tap on my arm and I look over at Kaylee. She’s pointing out a school of neon blue fish passing directly in front of us, and even with her snorkel gear, I can sense her excitement.
Adorable.
We spend the next hour swimming around the reef together, pointing out fish and other sea creatures.
I spot a grouper hiding in a crevice, and Kaylee gestures to a barracuda in the distance, its silver body still in the water as it waits for prey.
The smaller fish come in every color imaginable, and it’s easy to get swept up in the beauty of the ocean.
Kaylee and I are hovering observers, not a part of the world below but appreciating it anyway.
When we surface, we tread water and talk about what we’ve seen, sharing light conversation and casual touches that arouse my desire. We’ve floated closer to each other and suddenly I realize only inches separate my bare chest and her barely covered one.
Her tongue darts out and she licks her lips.
I bite back a groan but tread even closer, grasping her hips in my hands.
It’s been an amazing day, one I never anticipated.
Her nipples rub against me, hard beneath the fabric of her bikini.
Our gazes meet as she exhales, and I feel the warmth of her breath against my cheek.
Unable to stop myself, I slide my hand along her jaw, tilting her head back, my intention clear.
Just as I’m about to brush my lips against hers, a voice rings out over the water. “Okay, folks,” the owner of the boat calls out. “Time to head back.”
I release a frustrated groan as Kaylee puts space between us, her cheeks a pretty pink. We lock eyes and grin, aware of what almost happened and clearly in agreement that we wanted it to.
I’m getting tired of interruptions when I’m about to give in to temptation. One way or another, I’m going to get my mouth on Kaylee Martin this weekend. I’m ready to turn this spark between us into an inferno.