most gorgeous hunk of man she’d ever seen in her life was naked underneath his towel! And he was waiting for her, ready to give her the kind of vacation memories a girl just couldn’t get at, say, Disney World.
Deep down, Gail knew it was now or never.
Before she could change her mind, she raced down the steps and through the downstairs, sliding open the patio doors. She stepped onto the pool deck, shaking her hair and posing for him the best she could, thinking that she felt like a woman possessed. The pre-spring-break Gail would never have had the guts to do something like this.
Jesse said nothing. He appeared to be frozen where he stood.
“This isn’t my usual kind of swimsuit,” Gail said, stating the obvious. “I don’t usually wear a two-piece.”
Jesse’s eyes went wide. “Two pieces of what?” he asked, chuckling. “Sweetheart, that’s barely enough thread to floss my teeth.”
Gail laughed—the man made her laugh! She figured if his fiction was as funny and colorful as he was in person, he might really be able to make it as a writer someday. “Should I take it off?” she asked.
Jesse shook his head very slowly. “Nope. That’s my job. Where are the girls?”
“Not coming home until later tonight. I just spoke to Holly.”
“Good. C’mere.”
“Wait. How about some music?” Gail turned and scurried over to the outdoor bar, where she’d seen the girls fiddle with the sound system. She hit the “on” button, and the ground began to pound.
Give it to me, baby, nice and slow.
Climb on top like you ride in the rodeo…
“Or not,” she said, flipping it off.
She heard Jesse laugh. “What’s wrong with a little mood music?” He’d begun to walk his way over to her, tented towel and all. The smile on his face was almost as wide as the gap in the terry cloth.
Gail let out a squeak of anxiety. Her breathing accelerated. Her mouth became parched.
Was she really going through with this? Was this really happening?
Jesse walked right past her, brushing against her hip on his way to the sound system. The music was on again, but at a much lower volume.
He stood right in front of her. “Gail.”
“Yes?”
Jesse slid his fingers up into her hair and pulled her head back ever so gently, stopping when she had no choice but to look up into his dark blue eyes. He placed a string of hot kisses along the side of her face, her jawline, her exposed throat. Her knees began to wobble.
“If you want to stop, just say so,” he whispered, still kissing. “I’m only the tour guide here. This is your vacation.”
Gail giggled and nodded at the same time. She was giddy. Drunk. Her skin was on fire everywhere his lips landed. She had the feeling of being lost, gone, out of her mind with lust for him. The volume might have been reduced, but she could still hear the overtly sexual lyrics of that song, words rhyming in subliminal seduction—behind, grind, thong, gone, zipper, quicker…
Jesse nibbled on her earlobe and his hands began to slide down her back to her butt, hips, thighs. Suddenly he grabbed her and pulled her tight against the front of his body. She felt his large erection poke into her belly. “You’re really something, Professor, do you know that?”
She shook her head. If he didn’t kiss her soon she was certain something inside her would snap out of place, never to function properly again.
“You’re the perfect combination of brains and beauty, such achingly sweet beauty.” As Jesse whispered these words, his tongue flicked her earlobe, then behind her ear, then at the tender skin of her throat. She couldn’t stand this. She could hardly breathe.
Jesse had the manual dexterity of a pickpocket. In lightning speed, he’d moved one hand up to her bikini top and deftly pushed one of the triangles of fabric aside so that her whole breast was exposed. She gasped.
He tweaked her nipple—harder than she might have expected from a man she’d only just met—and brought his mouth to hers. Finally.
She opened up to him. Jesse’s tongue was sweet and hot and skilled as it explored her. She heard a desperate moan and realized it had come out of her. She was losing her mind!
Suddenly, she felt the fingers of his other hand brush against the tiny crotch of the bikini. His touch was light. He didn’t poke or prod.
Jesse pulled his mouth from hers. He looked her directly in the eye. “You’re soaking