"I can make you feel so good, Delilah." He whispers in my ear and his teeth nibbling on my earlobe sends a shiver through me. I get tingles all over my skin.
"That's the problem, I can't trust this Harry, cause if it seems too good to be true, it us...
I put my book down, and I look over to the other side of the boat where Delilah is sprawled out on her stomach, getting a tan I presume. She is wearing only a black bikini. This is the most I've ever seen of her body and it's fucking beautiful.
She looks like a goddess laying there, the orange sunset reflecting on her soft skin, her golden hair glowing. I wish I could touch her, feel her. I want to graze my fingertips over her soft skin.
"You really shouldn't be out in the sun without protection," I say as I'm getting up, grabbing the bottle of sunscreen, and walking towards her. She lifts her head and looks at me confused. "What?"
"You need sunscreen." I kneel down to where she is laying. "May I?" She nods at me with a smile.
I squeeze the lotion out onto my hand and then I take a deep breath before my hands meet the skin on her back. I gently start rubbing the lotion on her. Her skin is warm and soft, it feels like silk. Beneath my hands, I can feel her heartbeat racing. She's nervous again, I love that only my touch can do this to her.
I move my hands to her shoulders and rub there for a second, I rub down her arms and then I move to her back again, and then I go lower to her waist. As soon as I touch there, goosebumps form over her body. "Alright, that's better," I stand back up.
She turns her body around so she is now sitting. "What about you?" She asks with innocence. Something inside me is begging for her touch. I sit down with my back facing her and I hand her the bottle. A few seconds later I feel her hands start rubbing the lotion on my body. My skin under her touch ignites as she gently moves her hands in circular motions. "Done!" She says enthusiastically.
I stand up and throw the bottle in her bag. "Do you want something to drink?" I ask opening up the cooler. "Sure!"
One thing led to another and a few gins later she is laughing at everything I'm saying. She's such a lightweight and she doesn't hold back when drinking either, it's a deadly combination. "Harry why do we always fight, you're literally so funny." She asks, smacking my arm and falling backward from her laughing.
"I'm only funny when you're drunk." I snicker.
"Let's swim, please can we swim." She begs, there is desperation in her voice.
"I don't know the sun is about to go down, and we should probably head back."
She shrugs and walks to the front of the boat. She sits down on the edge and dips her feet in the water. She takes the hair tie off her arm and makes a bun on top of her head. She just sits there, looking out in front of her. I take the opportunity and I grab my camera and capture a picture of her.
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She interrupts the peaceful moment when she swings her head back to me. "Well fine, then I'm going in alone." Without another second of hesitation, she jumps into the water. When her head is back up from under the water, she screams in excitement. " Harry come in!" I just roll my eyes at her.
