warm lips brushing against her ear. “You don’t need one.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know . . .” Elle glanced around the deck, searching for any innocent bystanders. She wasn’t sure she had the guts to walk across the beach as naked as the day she was born. She was proud of her body—she ate right and worked out several times a week. But still . . . skinny-dipping was nothing she ever considered doing, even with Luke.
Elle could feel Luke’s fingers pulling her blouse from underneath the waistline of her pencil skirt. The tips of his fingers tickled her belly as he dragged them against her bare skin.
“I can’t imagine anything more beautiful than you naked in the moonlight.”
Normally, Elle would overanalyze this situation. She’d grill Luke about the presence of his neighbors: their ages, their evening activities. She’d request a towel to cover herself while walking down to the water. But there was something about Luke that silenced her questioning, hesitant nature. Something stirred within her, and she realized she wanted nothing more than to jump in the ocean with Luke, to feel the crashing of the waves against her skin, and to feel the heat of Luke’s body against her as they immersed themselves in the brisk water.
“You convinced me.”
Elle kissed Luke as her hands joined his at removing her blouse. Without hesitation, she pulled it over her head and tossed it to the side. Luke stripped himself of his clothes while Elle removed her skirt, panties, and finally her bra. Together, they stood naked below the moonlight.
“I knew it.” Luke pulled her close. Her nipples rose to meet the muscles of his chest. “Nothing more beautiful.”
“Race ya!” Elle whooped into the night air, her palm smacking the taut muscles of his right butt cheek. Luke laughed and she could hear him following close behind her as her feet met the sand. The grainy texture dug at the bottoms of her feet until she reached the base of the shore. The sand turned cool, wet, and thick and her toes dug into the ever-stretching expanse of gritty earth.
Rather than simply dip her toes into the frosty water, Elle crashed into it with force, submerging herself in the invigorating waves spilling against the shore. Luke dove into the next wave. He rose from the water, his chest glistening as he ran his fingers through his drenched hair.
“Wow, it’s cold.”
“It feels amazing, don’t you think?”
Elle dunked her hair into the water, taming the crazy strands pasted to her forehead. The water soothed her tresses, making them silky smooth against her fingertips.
“Now that you have me here,” she said with a smile, “and no one’s around . . .”
Luke wrapped his hands around Elle’s waist, pulling her further away from shore. She felt weightless in the water as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. She could feel him hard beneath her. Her hand reached down to clutch him.
“I’m impressed . . .”
“Why’s that?” Luke tipped his head to the side, looking confused.
“The cold water. I was prepared for shrinkage.”
“Well, I’m no George Costanza,” Luke said with a laugh, his hands stroking her thighs. Elle threw her head back in laughter, realizing no statement had ever been more accurate. Luke, with his chiseled abs, firm ass, and contented nature, was about as far away from the neurotic, stocky character from Seinfeld as possible.
“That’s for damn sure.”
Supporting her weight with one arm, Luke cradled her breast with the other, squeezing gently as he massaged her sensitive skin. Her nipples rose further just before Luke took one into his mouth. She gasped at the electric sensation traveling from her breast to her sex as his teeth grazed the nipple’s tightly drawn peak.
“Oh my God,” Elle murmured, pushing her hands against his shoulders and easing herself onto him. Slowly, she lowered herself down until he was completely inside her. She moaned at the feel of him, the way her muscles accepted his length. Again and again, she pressed her hips to his, thrusting beneath the soothing water. Luke continued to stroke her nipples with his tongue, first one then the other. The sensation of his lips, his tongue, his teeth was almost more than she could handle as she plunged in and out of the water with each of Luke’s thrusts. She felt herself approaching climax and quickened her pace. A wave doused them with more water, but they were so immersed in one another, they didn’t notice. Luke wiped the water from