Teach Me How To Love Again

Chapter Fifteen

A/N: This chapter is quite lengthy, but there's a lot packed into it over several weeks in the Biden household. Enjoy! Happy Sunday!

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

"Why are we stopping?" Jill inquired in a drowsy voice. She'd fallen asleep only an hour into the drive but woke up when the car slowed down.

She blinked a few times, allowing her eyes to adjust to the sunlight. As her vision became clear, she saw the water.

"I promised you that you'd be able to get some beach time in. I wanted to make sure that we'd have some privacy so I asked John where a more secluded beach was," Joe replied.

She practically squealed with delight and Joe laughed at her childlike excitement. He kept his promises, she'd give him that.

"It looks like there are changing rooms around the corner," he pointed. "Why don't we change and then we'll find a nice, private spot on the beach and enjoy the afternoon before we drive home?"

He wrapped his arms around her and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

"That sounds heavenly."

She emerged from the changing room wearing a pink, orange, and yellow patterned bikini. The triangular top was tied together in the front, neck, and back, and there were two ties on either side of her hips.

Joe was pretty confident that if the wind blew hard enough, the delicate bathing suit held together by loose knots wouldn't stand a chance. He was relieved that she didn't have the chance to wear it around the randy senators.

He subconsciously licked his lips when he saw her turn around to dig a different pair of sunglasses out of her bag.

Joe's navy swim shorts stopped at mid-thigh. They didn't leave much to the imagination and she whimpered at the sight of his tanned arms flexing as he picked up her bag.

"God, you look amazing." He whispered, placing a kiss below her ear. Her face scrunched up and she giggled at the tickling feeling of him rubbing his nose against her ear as he leaned in.

"Let's walk down here," he told her, taking her hand in his. It was something she'd gotten quite used to. Joe was a physically affectionate man. It wasn't unusual for him to reach over and tuck her hair behind her ear, or walk past her and caress her arm. He always wanted to touch her - in any way. It was almost as if he didn't believe she was real and needed confirmation.

As they unpacked the bag, he watched her spread the blanket out on the sand. He observed her long legs stretch and her cleavage spill over her top.

She glanced over and saw the noticeable outline beginning to form in his shorts. She looked up at him innocently and sank to her knees, tapping the bottom of a bottle of baby oil so that more product would gather in her palm. She rubbed her palms together and slowly spread the glistening liquid over her legs. When she felt that they were well-coated, she began using the remainder on her stomach. She reached over for more, tantalizingly rubbing it on her arms and across her chest. He swallowed hard when it dripped down in between her breasts.

By now, the outline became a tent and he prayed that no onlookers were near.

"Do you want some?" She offered, holding the bottle out to him? "I can help you rub it in."

He smirked. "You think you're so funny."

"What?" She feigned confusion and batted her eyelashes. "I was going to help you out. Sometimes it's hard to take care of it all by yourself."

He crawled on top of her and trailed kisses over her chest. "You. Are. Bad."

"Mmm, Joe." She pulled away. "Not here."