You haven’t been around me for ten years.”
“But I still know you. Nothing you say can change that, so quit your lying and tell me what’s on your mind.”
She had to lie or she would end up upstairs naked underneath his bulky tanned body. “Nothing. I’m reading.”
“Put the book down.”
“Hold on. This is an interesting part,” she said. As if she had comprehended a single word she had read. She couldn’t even think straight with his hands kneading her flesh. She could feel them working their way up to the edge of her bikini bottoms.
“Come on,” he urged.
His fingers play with the hem of the bottoms. The more his hands explored her body, the more distracted she became. “Nope,” she replied with a shake of her head. Her eyes continued to stay on the page even though her mind was totally on him. If she looked up, she would turn to putty in his hands.