Hollywood Beginnings (A Novella) by Kathy Dunnehoff Read Free Book Online Page B

to the side like he'd asked a question. I heard, do you want to? As my pulse tripped up then raced, I hoped I wasn't wrong.
    He held out his hand, and I had three thoughts shoot through my muddled brain. One, I'd never had sex on a beach. Two, I'd never had sex on a first date. Three, if I only got one date with Brian Keller I was going to have two more yesses to add to my beach game arsenal.
    I took his hand because I wanted to see him naked, feel those big hands on me, and get sand in exotic locations.
    He snagged the bag on our way by, and we walked together down the moonlit beach.
     

Take Seven: The Cove, S'more S'more S'more
     
    We didn't talk, just stopped in a quiet cove and headed into the water.
    I swam straight out, following the line of moonlight on the water, and it felt warm to me, so much warmer than Lake Winnibigama. Lake Winnibigama felt like you'd dived into an ice fishing hole. Most of the year it was an ice fishing hole.
    In those frigid waters, my libido would have gotten frostbite, but the warm Pacific Ocean only fueled the slow burn I'd felt all along with Brian. Even the waves along my body added to the anticipation, and I finally understood what people meant when they said water felt like silk.
    Closely behind me, Brian lightly touched the back of my thigh, and I slowed as he reached for my waist, pulling me near. Deliciously, degree by degree, I warmed against him, my backside softening against the hard of his chest and lower to an erection that testified to both the warmth of the water and the heat between us.
    He kept us afloat in the buoyancy of the salt, and I let go of my own movements to sway with his. I felt his free hand sweep up my rib cage and follow the line along the outside edge of my bikini top, and I held my breath as he skimmed a strong finger up the side of my breast.
    His powerful legs continued to effortlessly keep us above water, while he leisurely traced the skin just inside the fabric of my top. Lifting my face to the starry sky, I gave him all the access he needed, but his long fingers stayed along the borders of the top as if he had all the time in the world to explore me centimeter by centimeter.
    I was already breathless, and I wasn't even treading water. I needed him to feel some urgency as well, although his hardness beneath my softness told another story. I arched my back just enough to send my bikini bottom against his swim trunks, a rub so subtle it still let him think he controlled the pace, but it got to him.
    His breath fanned out against my cheek, and in reflex his hand swept over my breast, the contact electric. But he slowed again, tracing beneath the bikini ties, closer and closer until I thought I'd rip my own top off.
    At last, the strong length of one finger swept under and grazed my nipple already pearled in anticipation. My breath caught, and he traced the inside swell and then tantalized the sharp peak of the other breast. His hand went lower, along the sweep of my belly to my bikini bottom, slipping beneath the elastic edge.
    I let my head fall back to his shoulder, my surrender causing him to stroke across the sensitive flesh there, just once, to test the waters maybe, to drive me crazy for certain. I turned in his arms, kissed him hard on the mouth, and he held me so tightly we both forgot about staying afloat and went under.
    When we came up sputtering, we made eye contact inches apart. He tipped his head toward the beach, and we swam like we were anchoring the last leg of the 4 by 4 relay and American gold was on the line.
    Hitting the shore, he grabbed my hand and took huge strides to the bag, causing me to jog to keep up, something I never had to do at five-foot-ten. He reached into it and pulled out a large blanket, tossing it on the sand.
    We stood on opposite sides, and there was a moment we just paused, took each other in with our dripping hair and bathing suits. And then he grinned and I grinned right back, happy and lighter than I'd felt maybe