Key West by Lacey Alexander (top android ebook reader .TXT) 📕

the small of her back, it arched reflexively inward, and when he leaned around to see her face, he found her biting her lip, eyes closed.

Damn, he wanted to go further. He hardly even cared that he was surrounded by the customers that kept him in food and clothing. He longed to graze his fingers down into her bikini bottoms, massage her ass, then sink his fingertips into her warm pussy. He wanted to slide his hands around to close over her full breasts, looking so damn pretty today, their soft round slopes exposed by her top, her nipples looking hard as pearls through the leopard print.

It was all he could do not to lean into her from behind and kiss her neck. Where was the free-wheeling Party Barge when you needed it?

When he’d finished her back, he closed the bottle and reached around to hand it to her, but she still sat with her eyes shut, seeming lost in his caresses. He leaned to whisper in her ear. “I’d offer to do the front, too, angel, if there weren’t so many people around.”

The words brought her green eyes open, her long lashes framing them beautifully. “Oh.” She turned to lean back in her seat as she took the lotion from his hand. “I, uh…”

She looked nervous, her face coloring with a pretty blush. He only smiled and gave his head a short shake. “You don’t have to explain. I’ll see you in the water, angel.”

* * * * *

Carrie eased down the wide steps into the ocean, one by one. Jake was instructing her, assisting people as they got in, and Scott was at the bottom, already in the water, in case people needed help once they took the plunge.

Pushing off from the last step, she found herself immersed up to her neck, the ocean warm and buoyant around her. Her legs mingled with Scott’s beneath the water—a soft, lingering, brushing sensation against her calves and thighs—until she managed to swim a few feet away. “Sorry,” she said.

He grinned. “No problem, honey.”

Her pussy fluttered, even as inelegant as she felt wearing her mask and flippers. Maybe because she had the feeling Scott was remembering how she was yesterday rather than concentrating on what she was like today.

“Good to go?” he asked, putting back on his work persona.

She nodded. “Yeah.”

“Then go forth and snorkel,” he said with a smile.

Upon their arrival, Chris had pointed out to everyone the area in the turquoise blue waters that appeared slightly darker, more shadowy, indicating it was the reef. Carrie swam toward it, following the other snorkelers. She hadn’t traveled twenty feet when a warm hand closed around her ankle. “Wait up, angel.”

Looking back, she blinked behind her mask, surprised Chris was already in the water. “How’d you get here so fast?”

“Secret maneuver.” He grinned. “I jumped off the side.”

She smiled in reply. “Well, where are those great fish spots you bragged about?”

“Follow me.”

He was a good, swift swimmer, and Carrie had trouble keeping up with him until she grabbed onto the bottom of his dark green trunks and let him pull her along. When they reached the reef, she followed his lead, putting her snorkeling tube in her mouth and immersing her face in the water. The simple act opened a whole new underwater world as her eyes fell on mounds of brown and golden coral growing up high from the ocean floor. Fish of all sizes swam beneath them, some darting about haphazardly, others looking as if they were out for a leisurely journey. With the help of Chris’s pointing finger, she saw countless tropical fish over the next hour or so. She spotted a number of beautiful fish in iridescent rainbow colors. Schools of yellow and black fish swam just beneath them repeatedly, followed by a large green one that ducked in and out of coral arches in search of smaller fish to eat. Her favorite find was a lobster crawling across the ocean floor, which she’d never have noticed without Chris’s help.

Of course, just feeling his presence next to her in the water kept her sexual nerves on edge, and the instances when they bumped together in the water were like wonderful little teases, tastes of what might be to come. Even as she enjoyed the snorkeling, she found herself thinking of later, wondering what would happen—if anything. But given all the attention he was paying her—not to mention his sensual application of sunscreen—she had a feeling something more would occur, and this time she’d welcome it without worry.

Still peering down into the gnarled coral, she followed Chris’s pointing finger to something that looked like…a shark.

She grabbed his muscled arm, hard. He looked up.

“Was that a shark?”

He nodded, and she panicked, her every nerve going spastic as she threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his torso, as if she could somehow climb up his body to safety.

His arms closed warm around her waist beneath the water, but he didn’t even look worried. “Just a nurse shark, angel. Nothing to be alarmed about.”

“What do you mean, nothing to be alarmed about?” she spat, still clinging to him.

“Look at me. Do I look worried? Do you see me screaming ‘Shark! Shark!’ to the other snorkelers? Everything’s fine. That little shark won’t hurt anybody—we see them all the time.”

Pulling her even closer, he seemed to realize just how intimately embraced they’d become. “Not that I mind you climbing all over me. In fact, I like it.” He flashed the seductive grin she was getting used to and she realized his cock was growing hard against her pussy, which somehow felt supercharged as he rubbed against her beneath the water. She forgot all about the shark when he began caressing her hips, his hands soon kneading her ass. Instinctively, she raked her breasts over his chest just beneath the ocean’s clear surface—glancing down she saw her nipples, hard and grazing his skin, the water seeming to