Kenna’s eyes widened as she stared.
Internally, Aleck grinned. He knew he was in shape. He and his teammates worked hard to keep their bodies in tip-top condition.
“Holy shit,” she whispered, turning slowly. “I felt your abs earlier, but damn, Marshall. What is that, like a twenty-seven pack? I didn’t know the stomach even had that many muscles.”
He laughed. “Just a normal six-pack,” he told her, tightening his muscles to show off for her.
Her hand reached out and smoothed over his stomach, much as his hands had done to her back. “Damn!” she exclaimed again.
“Turn around,” he ordered, “so I can put this on.”
It took her a moment to drop her hand from his skin, but then she took a deep breath and turned so her back was to him once more.
Aleck squeezed a healthy amount of the coconut-smelling lotion on his hands and got to work. He smoothed them up her spine again, loving how she arched into his touch. He took his time, making sure he reached every inch of exposed skin, rubbing the lotion in thoroughly. Even after she was appropriately covered, he couldn’t take his hands from her.
His fingers slipped just below the elastic, caressing the top of her ass crack.
“Marshall…” she complained weakly.
“Yes?” he asked, continuing to tease. He made sure not to be indecent, even though he wanted nothing more than to reach around and slip his fingers under the front of her suit.
Her ass pushed back against him, and Aleck’s cock twitched under his suit.
Kenna looked at him over her shoulder. “I want you.”
Aleck nearly choked. But he did his best to hang on to his control. “I want you too,” he said, as one finger dipped even lower under her suit. He let himself enjoy the feel of her silky skin for another second, before moving his hand to safer territory. He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned down and kissed her temple. “You’re good to go sunscreen wise,” he told her.
Kenna chuckled and took a deep breath.
Aleck knew he’d remember this moment for the rest of his life. The ocean breeze, the smell of coconut, and Kenna in his arms.
“Right, turn around and I’ll do you.”
Aleck raised an eyebrow at her. “I thought you didn’t want to get kicked off the beach?”
She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Turn around,” she repeated.
As Aleck turned, he realized he was having a great time, despite the guilt he still felt. Bantering with Kenna was fun. She was sensual, wasn’t too self-conscious, and she obviously loved this little escapade.
Having her hands on him was torturous, but he did his best to control himself. What he really wanted to do was pick up Kenna, throw her over his shoulder, and head up to his bed. But for the moment, until he could figure out how to tell her about his trust fund, he would make do with her touch.
Kenna took her sweet time spreading the sunscreen on his back, but Aleck didn’t mind in the least. Eventually, after slathering the rest of their bodies with more lotion, they both lay down on the lounge chairs.
Aleck heard Kenna chuckle under her breath. He turned his head to look at her. “What’s funny?” he asked.
She nodded to his lap. “That doesn’t look comfortable,” she quipped.
Aleck shrugged. “What did you expect with you touching me like that?” he asked, having a feeling he’d be half-hard all day. “Besides,” he nodded to her chest, “you aren’t much better.”
He never would’ve brought attention to a woman’s hard nipples in the past. But everything with Kenna was different.
She simply laughed. “Touché,” she said.
They fell silent for a few minutes, then Kenna said, “I like this,” she said.
“The beach?” Aleck asked.
“Yes, but this. You and me. Being comfortable with each other. Being turned on and not embarrassed about it. I like how open and honest we are.”
Of course, her words made his erection deflate as if it’d been pricked with a pin.
Fuck. He wasn’t being honest, and the longer it went on, the worse he felt.
“I love spending time with you,” he managed to say after a moment. Then, needing the connection with her and afraid his deception was going to end up pushing her away, Aleck reached for her hand. She twined her fingers with his without hesitation.
Kenna laughed as she rode another wave all the way to the shore. She and Marshall had been at the beach for hours and at one point, he’d suggested getting two of the boogey boards. She hadn’t wanted to, in case the employees found out they didn’t live at the condos, but he’d finally convinced her.
He’d come back from the equipment shed with not only the boogey boards, but a couple of sodas and soft pretzels.
At first, Marshall had sat under the umbrella while she’d gone out to play in the ocean, but he’d eventually joined her, grumbling about sand in his suit. They’d had a water fight, a swim race—which Kenna had handily lost—then they’d grabbed the boogey boards and started body surfing.
As she’d suspected, Marshall was a natural at everything. Of course, being a SEAL, he was more than comfortable in the water, but it went beyond that. He looked completely at home in the ocean. He wasn’t constantly spitting out the salty water. Didn’t look as if the sun bothered him at all. And even when he was sent tumbling when a wave caught him by surprise, he looked like some sort of merman as he rose out of the water laughing, rivulets of water glinting as they dripped down his body.
And seeing him in nothing but a suit wasn’t exactly a hardship. Kenna had a feeling she’d remember the moment he’d stripped off his T-shirt for the rest of her life. Intellectually, she’d already known he was in great shape, but seeing all his muscles up close and personal was almost a religious experience. She’d commented on his abs, but what had really caught her attention were the v-muscles near his hips that pointed straight toward his groin.
And his cock.
Lord love a duck. Kenna wasn’t a virgin, she had seen her share of dicks, but she had a feeling Marshall was going to ruin her for all other men. He was long, and from what she could tell from his shape through his suit, thick. And she absolutely loved that he wasn’t shy about his body at all.
Her thoughts about trying to be good had gone out the window as he stood in front of her in his suit and nothing else. She wanted this man. Wanted to get down and dirty with him, feel him deep inside her. Wanted to take his cock in her mouth and make him lose his mind.
Pretty much she wanted to do all the carnal things with him that had been flitting through her head ever since seeing his chest and feeling his erection.
But she couldn’t deny she was enjoying the foreplay. His fingers on her back were heavenly, and she felt herself drip with excitement when those fingers snuck under her suit and played with her ass. It was just as fun to caress him, as well.
Yeah, they were totally engaging in foreplay. It was exciting, making anticipation flow through her veins.
It was nice to know they had physical chemistry to go along with their intellectual connection. It might be awful of her to say, but as much as she wanted to be with a man she could talk to, she wanted someone who would be compatible with her in bed as well.