Crushed
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His hand moves behind my neck, finding and untying the string there. His eyes meet mine. “Oops. Now one step closer to naked.”
His hands move toward the bikini bottoms, and I grab his wrists warningly. “If you do that, we’ll miss all the good chaise longues and get stuck by the kiddie pool again.”
“Worth it,” he says, his lips nibbling my neck. “This is worth it.”
“Well, if you’re sure,” I say, tilting my head to give him access.
He pulls back and looks at me. “The only thing I’m sure about is you,” he says, rubbing a thumb over my cheekbone. “You saved me.”
I go up on my tiptoes and kiss him. “Get it right, Beefcake. We saved each other.”
His hands move toward the bikini bottoms, and I grab his wrists warningly. “If you do that, we’ll miss all the good chaise longues and get stuck by the kiddie pool again.”
“Worth it,” he says, his lips nibbling my neck. “This is worth it.”
“Well, if you’re sure,” I say, tilting my head to give him access.
He pulls back and looks at me. “The only thing I’m sure about is you,” he says, rubbing a thumb over my cheekbone. “You saved me.”
I go up on my tiptoes and kiss him. “Get it right, Beefcake. We saved each other.”
