Page 61 of Catching His Runaway
“Your trunks–”
“Clothes are clothes,” I tell her, a smirk crawling onto my lips as I kick off my shoes as we reach the tide. Not wanting a miserable walk back up, I let her laugh fuel me as I start kicking water.
Having realized that I have no intention of changing my mind, she clings to my neck with a grin as we crash into the water together. This early in the day, the water feels cold enough to make my skin sting and my teeth clench.
Hissing a curse, I have more than enough of an excuse to keep clinging to Valeria to soak up her heat. She may have woken up my cock earlier, but the ocean put it right back in bed. Holy hell.
She, on the other hand, isn’t having any problem with dealing with the temperatures. If anything, she looks happy.
“Next time, wake me up. I’ll join you,” I tell her as she kisses me.
“Don’t you normally get bored when I sunbathe?”
I grunt. Remembering how many times I’ve gotten lost looking at her, appreciating the view each time she decides to buy a new bathing suit to tease me with, I roll a shoulder. “I find entertainment in my own ways.”
By this point, she should know how much I enjoy looking at her.
“So, are you going to let me swim around, or are you going to keep me here?” She asks, leaning in and teasing me by crossing her legs around my hips once she’s freed herself a bit.
Considering releasing my arms around her to see if she’ll part ways, I ignore the thought by locking my arms around her. “I think I want to keep you right here. Are you cooled down?”
Seeing as she’s rubbing up against me, her body remaining flush, I’m confident to say that the ocean isn’t helping her in the slightest. If anything, she’s more heated up.
