“Oh, good one. Now if you’re shirtless at the same time, does it count as skinny-dipping?” She sends me a beautiful smile, showing off her two dimples.
I cover up my groan with a laugh. “No, sorry about that. Maybe another time.”
“I’m counting this, and you can’t tell me no. I created the list.” She grabs my wet T-shirt from my hands. I glance around at the scenery, trying to keep my eyes away from her as she struggles to get the soaked fabric over her head.
I want to be respectful, but I sneak a peek or two at a perfect pair of tits, her pink nipples barely visible underwater. If she asks, I’ll deny it.
“Liam, where’s the shore? How do we even get back to the car?”
“Now you’re thinking of logistics? I expected you to check out a mini-map of the whole Monaco shore before you planned this.” I point out the shore, which is a decent swim away.
“I was trying to be spontaneous. In retrospect, I should’ve told you I’m not a super strong swimmer.”
“Yup. You probably should’ve. Hop on.” I turn around, waiting for her to wrap her arms around my neck. I’ll swim us over, even though it’ll take double the time with her on top of me and my dick pounding in my swim trunks.
“Are you sure? It looks far away.”
I nod. A war rages inside of me, making it difficult for words to come out. Part of me craves to pull her in for a kiss and run my hands across her body while the other part of me wants to push her away and keep a safe distance. For her, for me, for our combustible attraction to one another.
By the time she wraps herself around me, I’m not sure about this plan. My shirt does a poor job of covering her pointed nipples. Her body clings to mine and warms my back, my body becoming sensitive to her proximity.
She shudders when I run my hands across her legs. Every detail of her body stands out to me, like the way her breath hitches once I move or how her arms cling to my neck, warming me both inside and out. I’m sure we look dumb as fuck while I drag us through the cold water.
Sophie detaches from me and wades in the water once we approach the beach. I leave her behind in the shallows as I collapse on the sand, worn out from a piggyback ride from hell. My dick salutes me the moment Sophie steps out from the sea. I prop myself up on my elbows to take advantage of the show because I paid my friendship dues tenfold.
The wet material of my shirt plasters to her body and clings to the curves of her breasts. They’re bigger than I imagined, and fuck have I fantasized. Her pebbled nipples push against the fabric, enticing me to lift the material and take a look. I bite my lip to hold back a groan at the sight of her. She rings out the bottom of the shirt, causing water droplets to trickle down her toned legs.
Fuck me. I regret our agreement to stay friends. Screw friendship. Who the hell gives a shit about boundaries? Women like her can’t be friends with someone like me because it goes against the law of attraction and every damn rule set up by evolution.
A smirk breaks out across her lips as she walks toward me, her eyes remaining on the bulge in my pants. “You look winded. Should I be concerned about your stamina?”
What a little cocktease, playing with her words and my control.
“Why don’t we try it out, see if I meet your standards?” My voice croaks.
She sits next to me, sand sticking to her wet skin like a dirty mermaid with untamed blonde hair and green eyes I can disappear in. God, I’m such a horny fucker around her.
Her finger trails from my neck to my chest before running across the ridges of stomach muscle. My skin heats at her touch. I don’t say a thing, afraid she’ll back out at a moment’s notice. She stops above the waistband of my swim trunks. I silently will her to keep going, desperate for her to cross this stupid boundary she set up to torture us both.
“I’d hate for all of this to be just for show.” Sophie lets out a hoarse laugh, her eyes glittering under the summer sun as she lies down on the sand.
She fucked with me and it worked. My body responds to her like no other, and it messes me up, unsure about the fine line between friendship and temptation.
“I’ll promise you one thing. Being with me will be the best show of your damn life. I wouldn’t just fuck you, I’d wreck you for anyone who comes after me.” I trail a finger down the T-shirt’s soaked material. My fingers run across the curves of her breasts before I stop right above the waistband of her shorts, doing the same shit she did but better. Sophie’s cheeks flush. Her nipples push against the fabric, letting me know how she feels about my touch despite her silence.