"O...O...Okay," he stuttered, wiping his palms on his shorts. "Wh...where is it? I'll go ahead and put it on, that way you'll be ready to go when we get there."
She dug her sunscreen out of her bag and handed it over to Jack, swinging her legs over her chair and presenting him with her back. Moving her ponytail to the side, she waited, glancing over her shoulder when he hesitated. "Hey! You going to do this today?" she teased, catching his eye, her smile fading as the world spun for a moment.
"What's wrong?" he asked, immediately picking up on her momentary distress.
"Nothing, I'm fine. I think the motion of the boat must be messing with my equilibrium. I just don't need to turn my head so fast."
"I've had a lot of compliments in my lifetime," he said with mock conceit, "But I've never been called a head turner."
She laughed with him and reached for her tea, taking another long, satisfying drink. "So, are you going to apply the sunscreen or do I need to find another volunteer?"
"I can manage," he stated confidently, twisting his index finger to indicate she should turn around.
She complied and felt a current of electricity race through her as soon as his fingers made contact with her bare skin. Sighing, she couldn't suppress the small groan that emanated from his touch. "That feels so good," she purred, dropping her head forward and concentrating on the feel of his fingers on her back.
Jack, for his part, made sure he was thorough, covering the exposed skin with the protective lotion several times, enchanted with the small sounds of enjoyment she was making. His imagination ran wild with him, conjuring up all manner of scenes in which he was allowed further exploration, envisioning her responsiveness. Sucking in a ragged breath, he jerked his hands from her back as if they'd been scorched, needing to curb his current train of thought.
Sue turned to thank him, her words catching in her throat at his heated gaze. Reaching for her glass, she found the straw without breaking eye contact with him, watching the way he intently observed her every movement. When he unconsciously moistened his lips, she tilted the glass his way. "Want a drink? It's very refreshing," she offered.
He shook his head, breaking eye contact with her only to jerk violently when she reached out and unbuttoned the first button of his shirt. "Wh...wha...what are you doing?"
She giggled, feeling a bit emboldened by his reaction. "I'm just going to return the favor," she replied innocently. "But I can't do that if your shirt is still on."
"Oh," he murmured weakly, his hand going up to finish the job she had started, knowing he couldn't let her complete the task. "Um, want me to just turn around or would it be better if I lay down?"
"Why don't you lie down and relax. I'll give you a quickie and make sure you're protected at the same time."
"What?!" he barked.
Enjoying the increasingly flustered man before her, she smiled beguilingly. "I said, I'll give you a short massage while I apply the sunscreen. What did you think I was suggesting?"
Watching her closely for a moment, trying to read her current mood, he was baffled. She looked all innocent and chaste but her words were sending a different message. He warily lay down on the lounger, trying to watch her out of the corner of his eye. He saw her rise and heard her quiet "oh" when she swayed momentarily. Quickly flipping to assist her, he instead found himself trapped as she straddled him.
"What'd you do that for? Now I can't put sunscreen on your back," she complained, her brows furrowed.
"I th...thought you were about to f...fall," he gulped. "I was going to catch you."
"I'm fine, Jack, see?" she smiled, raising her hands above her head and wiggling. She laughed when his hands encircled her waist, holding her still. Dropping her hands to his, she tried to reassure him. "I have to be careful when I stand up, but I'm not dizzy now."
"O...Okay," he hissed on an exhale, looking up into her big, hazel eyes. He was intimately aware of their position, wondering how he was going to rectify the situation without embarrassing the both of them. "Um, if you'll stand up, I'll flip back over and you can put the sunscreen on my back."
She smiled winsomely. "Ooorrrrrrr," she suggested, putting a squirt of sunscreen on her index finger and trailing it down his chest, "I can start here. It doesn't matter to me. Which position do you want to start in?" she asked, her finger distractedly tracing patterns on his chest.
He closed his eyes, willing his body not to respond to her innocent explorations. Grabbing her wandering hand, he squeezed it lightly to transfer her attention back to his face. "I think I better let you do my back, since I can't reach it. Let me just turn over and you can work your magic."
"Okay," she readily agreed, putting her hands on his abdomen to stead herself as she stood, her legs on either side of his chair, giving him a small window of opportunity to roll over before she settled back down, wiggling to get comfortable.
He was being exquisitely tortured, her hands strong and sure on his back, her touch light and soothing. She kneaded his tightened muscles and soothed his tense shoulders before trailing her fingers lightly down his spine and up his sides, setting his skin on fire. When she finally slid from her resting place, he felt the loss immediately, already missing her touch.
Turning his head, he watched as she languidly settled back in her chair. When she pulled a piece of ice from her glass and rubbed it over her chest, he couldn't turn away, watching as the solid mass quickly melted into a liquid and raced, pulled by gravity, to the hidden recesses of her body. His eyes widened as she grabbed another piece of ice and slid it across the small gap between her suit before slowly pushing the top higher, exposing more and more skin as she cooled herself down. He could see the muscles of her stomach tighten as they contracted from the cold of the ice, yet she continued. Settling the material under the swell of her breast, she abandoned the ice and lay contentedly, soaking up the sun. He, on the other hand, was in limbo; knowing he should turn away and get a grip on his libido, but utterly unable to do so, captivated by the naïve siren next to him.