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She smiled and straightened up, luring his eyes to her enticing cleavage that was teasing him through the black mesh in a V that trailed all the way to her belly button.

The bottom half on her one-piece suit was covered in a patterned sarong that was tied at the waist and fell down her legs.

Her braids were piled on top of her head in a top knot and her skin glistened, all ready for the rising heat of the sun.

“You were about to ask me something?” She rested her hands on her hips as she now gave him her full attention.

She then bent and grabbed her bag, pulling out sunblock and poured some into her hand.

She suddenly walked up to him, her feet making indents in the sand.

She dropped the bottle onto the chair he had placed and then her warm hands touched his flesh; he felt on fire from her touch.

“You’re starting to burn.” She glanced up as she began to smooth her hands across his clavicles, then glanced back down as he stared at her and lost what he was going to talk to her about.

He could see her nipples begin to peak against the material and he groaned. He raised his hands and rested them on her hips to stop himself from cupping the plump flesh in his hands.

She shivered and her tongue peaked out moistening her lips.

She cleared her throat. “What were you going to tell me before?” She continued now down his pecs to the sides of his chest.

“Right now, all I can think about is how much I want to taste you.” He grumbled. His thumbs rubbed against the flesh covered by the bathing-suit material. He wanted to strip it slowly off her and expose her skin to his eyes, running his fingertips across the smooth flesh there.

He barely heard her when she said in a husky whisper, “Turn around so I can get your back.”

He squeezed, wanting her to look at him but when a second passed and she didn’t comply, he turned and released a contented rumble.

Having Coco’s hands on his back made him feel taken care off and he liked her hands there too.

As the lotion spread lower, he could feel himself begin to stir.

His muscles flexed under her touch when she moved her hands over his shoulder blades to his arms and then down to his hands.

He was pleased that when the lotion was all rubbed in, her hands still traced his shoulders and upper back as if she could not stop herself from touching him and he held his breath, not wanting her to stop.

The only time she would voluntarily touch him is when he held her hand.

He was the one always touching a part of her or having his arm around her.

Colin made another rumbling sound in protest when it ended. “Can you do your own legs now; I am going to take a dip with my parents.”

He sighed. Then he sat on the lounger, spreading cream on his legs quickly as she flicked out her towel onto her chair and kicked off her sandals.

She turned now, fully shutting him out and he wanted, needed her attention, so he blurted out, “I saw a ghost or a ghost that pretended to be your grandmother last night.”

She looked over her shoulder, her gaze watchful but it also had a slight twinkle of amusement in them. “What happened?”

She moved closer to him as he continued to rub the cream on his upper thighs. Her eyes flicked to his ministrations and caught there for a second and he grinned, he was doing this purposeful to make her take notice of his body and get a reaction from her.

Her lips parted when he began to rub his inner thighs and moved his hand upward toward his cock, encased in his swim trunks; he was also getting excited and knew that if he didn’t stop, he would make a spectacle of himself in front of their grandparents and her parents.

He spoke huskily; her eyes shot to his, their depth now darker. “The door creaked open and then your grandmother floated in and watched me from the bottom of the bed. I called out to her, but she didn’t answer. Was that the ghost?”

Colin could have groaned because the mood was now broken. Coco looked at him with widened eyes, then she broke out laughing. “At least she didn’t do the floating dentures at the opening in the door. I don’t know how many friends she has scared that way.”

“So there no Miss Birch.” His eyes narrowed.

Coco laughed harder. “Yes, there is a Miss Birch, and she can be seen walking down the street late at night or showing up in your house. But she is still alive, just likes to sleepwalk sometimes at night and her sister would usually catch her or come get her.

“But Granny loves to pull late night scares on unsuspecting guests and us when we are home. It means she likes you.” Coco stuttered with laughter.

Colin was fighting not to laugh along with her.

She had such an infectious laugh, and you couldn’t help laughing as well, even if you didn’t want to.

Her face was alight with humor and her eyes danced, creasing at the corners; she looked carefree and finally relaxed since the day he walked back into her life.

She was now holding her stomach, and, in that moment, he could no longer resist the need to taste her.

His feet ate up the distance between them.

She glanced up in surprise as he stood over her before he reached for her arms and pulled her up and into his chest, bringing his mouth down to hers.

Her mouth had parted in a gasp, and he wanted to delve in but needed her to invite him in and so he contented himself with nibbling and tasting her plump lips.

The taste of strawberry hit his tongue, and he realized that was the flavour of the lipgloss she was wearing.

He continued to nibble and suck until he felt her relax in his embrace.

Tenderly, he slid his tongue along her parted seam, back and forth, retreating to come out and play again until she began to seek his tongue for herself.

Hers finally met his, and she sucked him into her mouth; he groaned from the enticing sensation.

He angled his head and parted his lips moving them over hers, as his tongue danced back and forth with hers.

She parted her lips further and he delved in now, taking and tasting what was being offered, pulling her now into an all-consuming need, showing her what she did to him.

He cupped the back of her head while his other hand lowered to her hip, pulling her snug against him.

He lifted his lips off slightly and she followed, uttering a sound of protest. He wanted her to open her eyes and look at him, longed for her to see how much more this was to him, tracing his lips alongside her cheeks and over her closed eyelids.

She let out a sigh, and he moved his mouth back over hers to capture it.

Drinking it in. He bent his legs to pick her up and heard in his ear.

“Now, son, this is not the time or the place, and if you don’t want her father rising out of the sea like Neptune, you will let her go until you can find a private moment with your fiancée.

” His grandfather’s voice was firm but amused.

Colin chuckled through the haze of passion and groaned.

He didn’t want to stop but upon hearing his grandfather’s voice, Coco had frozen in his arms and he could feel her hands pushing against his chest for release.

He lifted his head from her, but he hoped his look said this was far from over.

The widening and narrowing of her eyes told him she got the message loud and clear before she pushed once again off his chest.

When she was finally released, he watched her go to her chair and unclasp the sarong from around her waist, dropping it onto her lounge chair. She then strode against the hot sand to her parents in the water, her lush glutes flexing as she walked had him groaning again and he went to follow.

He stopped when he felt a hand on his arm.

“That little scare I gave you last night was a little taste of your reality to come if you hurt her again. I promise I will haunt you for the rest of your life after I die.” Granny C’s brown gaze held the promise of her words, and he nodded, not desiring last night’s encounter again in his lifetime.

He ran to cool off in the ocean, which looked more inviting than the father scowling at him from the blue-green depths of the water.