Unwrapped by Chantilly White Read Free Book Online

bathing suit to soothe the powerful ache touching him had created?
    Already on the verge of a staggering orgasm, it would take
only a flick of her fingers to make herself come. She might drown in the
aftermath, but what a way to go, with Derrick's face dancing in her mind and
the waves of physical release bathing her body in potent, rhythmic surges.
    Cradled in the warmth of the sun and the coolness of the
saltwater, her body thrumming, she floated on sensory overload.
    Derrick Fox—handsome, tall, seriously built—a
fox, indeed. He had everything a girl could want. Personality, humor,
thoughtfulness. He was handy with tools, incredibly smart, a great dancer. He
worked hard and played hard, and he made her laugh. Who wouldn't be attracted
to him?
    But first and foremost, he was her friend. Had she wrecked
it all now, with her sexual frustration and wandering hands? She could try,
somehow, to explain the super-intense breakup mania, or make some other stupid
excuse.
    Of course, he hadn't exactly shied away.
    Well, he was a guy, and guys would take their pleasure where
they could, right? If she'd learned nothing else from her mother's repeated
mistakes, it was that men truly only wanted one thing from women. Derrick was
more evolved than most, clearly capable of long-term friendship with women as a
group, and herself in particular, but he was still a man. A player. Barry
hadn't wanted her, but. . .
    Wait.
    Mia stilled. Was that the answer?
    A gorgeous multi-hued light seemed to burst behind her eyes,
illuminating never-before-considered possibilities.
    If she really was suffering from an overabundance of
long-term sexual frustration, who better to help her get past it than her best
friend? Who could she possibly trust more than Derrick?
    No one.
    They'd known each other for years. He cared for her. He'd
make sure she wasn't hurt. She found him attractive, and she'd heard through
the grapevine that he was pretty, um, good at sex. Sex with Derrick could be her perfect solution.
    Remaining chaste had ceased to serve her best interests. The
men she dated either thought there was something wrong with her or worried she
expected a wedding ring. Either way, after ten years of celibacy, it hadn't
helped her find a guy who would stay with her any better than her mother's
habit of giving herself away to anyone who asked. There had to be a middle
ground.
    Without her virginity weighting her down, without the rule
of her artificial timeline for sex, surely she'd finally be free to find her
real Prince Charming.
    Why had she never thought of it before?
    Giddy with excitement, embarrassment all but forgotten, Mia
dropped her legs beneath the water and swam toward shore. She'd have to entice
him somehow, get him thinking about her in that new, colorful light of
possibility. She'd start right now, with a sexy swagger to rival Allison's on
her way back to their blanket.
     

 
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
     
    When Mia walked out of the water, a sea goddess deigning to
grace her mortal subjects, Derrick's cock pulsed inside his trunks like he'd
been hit with an electrical current.
    He'd been right about the t-shirt.
    The sheer, wet cotton clung to her every curve and outlined
the muscles in her belly and thighs. It highlighted the deep valley between her
breasts and caressed their swelling flesh above the fabric of the borrowed
bikini.
    The thin, ten-dollar t-shirt was now his favorite of all the
shirts he owned. He sat forward, his hands clasped between his knees to
disguise the resurgence of his erection. She couldn't have looked any sexier if
she'd been wearing a thousand-dollar designer teddy.
    She wrung her long, dark hair out as she walked, fluffing it
and tossing it over her shoulders, totally oblivious to the lustful glances
following her progress across the sand. And he thought, That's my girl.
     
    ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
     
    That's it , Mia told
herself. Work it .
    Hips swaying, she crossed one foot in front of the other as
she walked,