Page 36 of Ravished By Her
“It’s impressive, what she’s done in here,” she said, and backed out of the van, giving me some room to breathe.
“I’ll tell her you said that.” Either Sterling knew what was going on out here and she was holding herself back from intruding, or she was so deep in her work that she had no idea that we were even here. My money was on the second.
“Come on, let’s get this beach day started,” I said, even though it was more of a beach afternoon.
“Okay,” she said, opening the truck door for me, but she still looked skeptical. I couldn’t wait to see her change her mind.
* * *
“Is a chair essential for this?” she asked as we stopped at the rental shop. I’d forgotten to grab the chair I used from the trunk of my car, so I’d already planned on renting one for myself.
“Yes, it is,” I said, handing her a folding chair and picking one up for myself.
“Give me that,” she said, taking the second chair from me. “Anything else we need?”
An umbrella would have been nice, but I didn’t feel like dragging it across the sand, so I figured we were good with the chairs. Lacey mumbled under her breath as we took our chairs and bags across the wooden walkway and down onto the sand.
“Where now, princess?” she asked me.
I studied the beach and scanned for the perfect spot. “There.” Lacey looked to where I’d pointed.
“Lead the way,” she said, and I did, her hauling the chairs behind me.
“This is the right place?” she asked when I stopped walking.
“Yup, it just feels right.”
Lacey shrugged and put the chairs down. “If you say so.”
“You’ll see,” I said, arranging my chair and taking out my towel to drape on the chair, as well as two containers of sunscreen.
Lacey flopped down in her chair beside me and looked up at the sun.
“What now?” she asked.
“Sunscreen,” I said, shaking the bottle of spray sunscreen at her.
Lacey took the bottle from me and looked at it. “You’re strict during beach day.”
“If by strict, you mean me wanting to protect you from melanoma, then yes, I guess I’m strict.” I didn’t fuck around with the health of my skin.
“Fine, fine,” she said, standing up and pulling off her shirt and then her shorts to reveal her basic black racerback one-piece. Of course it was a racerback, which showed off her incredible shoulders and her back and holy hell, that wasn’t even getting into how great her ass looked.
“Spray me?” she asked, looking at me over her shoulder as she took her hat off.
“Of course,” I said, my voice stuttering as I tried to remember how to do that. Somehow, I got to my feet and managed to keep my composure as I sprayed her skin, moving up and down and making sure I didn’t miss anything. Lacey held perfectly still with her arms out as I circled her and tried not to drool over her amazing body. It hadn’t been my intention to get to ogle her in a swimsuit when I’d suggested coming to the beach, but it was a nice perk.
“Not going to do my face?” she asked when I’d finished.
“Not with this,” I said, picking up the tube of expensive face sunscreen. The only other person I might have shared it with was Sterling, and she’d have to do a lot of begging, and here I was, willing to hand it over to Lacey.
Lacey took off her sunglasses and leaned down a few inches. “Can you do my face too?”
“Sure,” I said, my voice just above a whisper at how close her face was to mine. If I leaned forward just a touch, we could kiss.
Sunscreen. I was helping her put on sunscreen.
I covered my fingertips with the sunscreen and brushed them across her cheeks and forehead, and down her nose. She’d closed her eyes and I was relieved because I couldn’t stop staring at her lips. Would it be too much to ask her if she wanted some of my lip balm? It had sunscreen in it.