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Love Left Behind Page 42
Author: S.H. Kolee

It was easy to find them on the beach and Jackson's eyes lit up when he saw me. I felt a warmth inside me as I approached him, soaking in his gorgeousness. His dark hair was wet and slicked back and there were beads of water on his muscled arms and chest, probably from having just gotten out of the water. I had to resist the urge to lap up the water with my tongue and pull down his green swim trunks to see what else I could use my tongue on.

I tried to clear my head of those thoughts, especially since Nathan and Mia were stretched out on towels next to him. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy at Mia's body. Years of being a ballerina had obviously given her an amazing figure. She was long and lean and her blue bikini showed off every asset. Nathan was no slump in the body category either, his heavy muscles gleaming with sweat and suntan lotion.

"I was just about to head back to see if you were done," Jackson said, pulling me into his arms. I squealed as droplets from his wet hair splattered against me.

"You're all wet!"

"And you're wearing too many clothes."

I shook my head in exasperation, but I obliged as I pulled my t-shirt over my head and shimmied out of my shorts. Jackson's eyes darkened as his gaze traveled down my body and then up again. He quirked his mouth as he met my eyes.

"Am I supposed to be able to control myself with you in that bikini?"

"Shh," I whispered, looking past him at Nathan and Mia. Mia had opened her eyes and waved at me, but Nathan seemed to be fast asleep.

Jackson rested his hands on my hips, just above the strings of my bikini bottom, his grip tightening. He smiled, but I could tell he only had one thing on his mind.

"I think we need to go into the water and cool you off," I said wryly. I grabbed him by his hand and guided him to the water. The beach was crowded, as well as the water, but we were able to navigate toward a deserted spot. Once the water was deep enough to reach Jackson's chest, he pulled me against him, his eyes gleaming.

I rationalized that we had relative privacy since we were pretty far out in the water and no one was around us. I wrapped my legs around his waist, the buoyancy of the water making it easy. Jackson supported me with his hands splayed against my back and he wasted no time in plundering my mouth with his. I forgot about the sun above us and the warm water lapping against us. I just clung to Jackson, our mouths doing what the rest of our bodies couldn't do since we were in public.

"This is torture," Jackson groaned when we pulled apart. "I'm rock hard for all the world to see."

I wasn't able to suppress a laugh at Jackson's expression of pained indignation. His eyes gleamed as he watched me.

"This is funny to you, huh?"

I nodded, a wide smile stretching across my face.

"Sweetheart, I wouldn't laugh if I were you. I'm not the only one that's obvious right now."

Jackson looked down at my chest and I followed his gaze. My nipples were erect and pushing against the fabric of my bikini top, clearly showing their state of arousal.

I crossed my arms against my chest and gave Jackson a triumphant smile. "Problem solved. What's your solution?"

"My ideal solution is sliding into you right now, but I think we'd both end up drowning."

"What's your other solution then?" I asked with a smug smile.

"Distracting myself."

With that, Jackson cupped his hand and skimmed it across the water, splashing me.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, trying to act outraged, but it was hard since Jackson had taken care not to splash my face so really all he had done was splash water on my already wet body. I decided not to be so considerate.

I grabbed his hands and pulled him underneath the water with me. Instead of resisting, he went down easily and pulled me closer to him. He cocked an eyebrow and then reached over, pulling the fabric covering one of my breasts to the side, exposing my nipple and tugging it between his fingers. Even underwater, I felt an arrow of desire shoot through me.

I pushed myself up above the surface and Jackson followed suit.

"No fair!" I said breathlessly as I quickly adjusted my bikini top back in place, water streaming off of us. "I was just trying to cool you off."

Jackson looked at me innocently. "I was just trying to help you out too. I didn't want your nipples to look so obvious so I thought touching them would help." He waggled his eyebrows exaggeratedly, reaching towards me. "Maybe my problem was that I didn't use my mouth."

I squealed and swam away with Jackson in pursuit. We spent the rest of the afternoon acting silly in the water interspersed with lying out on the beach. Nathan produced a Frisbee from his bag so we also spent a good portion of the day lazily throwing it around. For all of Mia's athletic abilities, she seemed unable to catch the Frisbee and we couldn't help bursting into laughter every time she looked bewildered when she made a grab for the Frisbee and it just whizzed past her.

It was already starting to get dark when we got back to the house. Claire was still in her room, the shopping apparently having really worn her out.

"I need to take a shower," I announced when we got back to our room.

"Not so fast," Jackson said, grabbing my hand. "I need to see you in that bikini again now that we're in private."

I purposely took my time taking off my shorts and t-shirt, trying to tease him. I hooked my thumbs into the strings of my bikini bottom, looking up at him coyly.

"Should I take this off or do you want to fuck me while I'm still wearing it?" I asked innocently. Jackson practically growled as he threw me on top of the bed and climbed up, hovering over me. He pulled down my bikini top, exposing my nipples that were still wet from my damp bathing suit. I lost my train of thought as Jackson flicked his tongue against a hard nipple and then sucked on it, pulling it forcefully in his mouth.

"Harder," I moaned, needing to feel Jackson brand me with his touch. "Suck me harder."

Jackson obliged, sucking hard and abrading my nipple with his teeth. His fingers were twisting my other nipple as I felt wetness rush between my legs. Jackson kissed his way down my body, pushing aside the thin strip of my bikini bottom between my legs, moving it out of the way so that I was totally exposed. He latched his mouth onto my engorged bud, slipping two fingers deep inside of me. I cried out in pleasure but it wasn't enough. I needed him inside of me.

"Please," I begged. "I need you inside of me."

Jackson made a guttural noise as he flipped me on my stomach.

"Get on your knees, sweetheart. I want to fuck you from behind."

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