Hell, she probably hadn’t. And that just made him harder. He gave his cock a vicious stroke and immediately came, spurting into the rolling water. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice.

“Your tongue,” she moaned. “Oh gosh, Rob, that feels incredible.”

“I’d lick you all over if you’d let me,” he told her in a husky voice, switching to her other breast. The ache in his cock had been released, and now he was free to concentrate on her as she deserved. “From your head to your toes. And I’d probably lick your pussy for hours, just to see how you’d react when you got all sensitive and needy.”

She shuddered against him, her little nipple tight against his lips as he spoke. “I . . . I . . .”

“What, sweetheart?” He tongued her nipple, gazing up at her lovely face.

A wave slapped him in the face, drenching him.

He sputtered, and she giggled, and the moment died a little death.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

Before he could answer, another wave smacked him in the face, and he coughed, getting to his full height and wiping the water from his eyes. “I don’t think the beach is the right place for me to spend lots of time on your breasts, sadly. Not if I don’t want to drown.”

“All right,” she said. “I guess I should find my top, then.”

They located her top through sheer luck, as it had drifted only a short distance away. Marjorie put it back on, and Rob watched her breasts move and shimmy as she tied everything in place. Then, when she was ready, she offered him her hand and they walked back to the shore, where Rob retrieved his clothes, put them on, and then Marjorie got out of the water. He figured she wasn’t ready to look at him naked just yet.

He supposed that was fine.

For now.

Chapter Seventeen

Rob walked Marjorie back to her room that night, and they kissed at her doorstep for what felt like forever. He wished—rather fervently—that she would invite him in, but she only gave him a shy smile and that was it. That was fine, really. He wanted her to be comfortable, and maybe he’d pushed his Marjorie a little too far with their play in the waves. Maybe she’d realized he’d jerked off while he sucked on her breasts, and that had alarmed her. He didn’t know what her boundaries were yet—mostly because she didn’t, either.

Vaguely unsatisfied but still pleased, Rob headed back to his room and undressed, showered, jerked off, and went to bed instead of turning to his computer for late-night work.

He’d just drifted off when a noise woke him from his sleep.

Rob peered blearily at his dark hotel room. It was almost midnight—one hour after he’d left Marjorie. He hadn’t been asleep for long. What had awoken him?

A soft, hesitant knock came at his door. That must have been what had roused him. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and got up, realized he was naked, and wrapped a sheet around his waist before heading to the door.

A peek out the peephole showed Marjorie on the other side, hair tousled, looking anxious. She wore a pair of pink flannel pajamas.

Oh, shit. He unchained the door. “What’s wrong?”

She rushed into his room, pushing inside. Before he could ask what the problem was again, her mouth was on his, and she was kissing him wildly. Stunned, Rob didn’t respond for a moment, and then he slammed the door shut, dropped his sheet, and dragged Marjorie against him.

They kissed like animals, teeth clashing, tongues molding against one another, until he grabbed her hips and dragged them against him, pressing his cock against her, like he had in the water. She made a startled noise and broke the kiss, a flush on her cheeks. “Hi,” she breathed.

“Hey.” He kissed her again, this time a little softer, since her lips looked bruised from the force of their shared excitement. “Why are you here?”

“I just . . . I . . .” Her face grew redder and redder and she looked anxious. She glanced down at her hands and then jerked her gaze back up. “Um . . . you’re naked.”

“I sleep naked,” he agreed, amused. She was so shy about the most random things. Here she came into his room, kissing him like a demon, and couldn’t look at his erect dick without losing it? Plus, this was something she was already familiar with. “Remember when you checked me out on the couch?”

She gasped. “You were awake?”

“Oh, yeah,” he said, dragging her against him again. He touched a hand to her cheek and brought her mouth close to his for another kiss. “So what brings you here late at night, sweetheart?”

Her breathing against his cheek was rapid, shallow with excitement. “I . . . those things you said to me in the water. I-I couldn’t stop thinking about them.”

“What things?” He’d said a lot.

“When you asked if I touched myself,” her hands fluttered, then curved over his shoulders and she pressed her forehead to his, her eyes closed. “And I . . . I was going to do it tonight, but then I realized . . . I wanted you to do it.” Her words came out in an anxious rush.

She wanted him to bring her off? Rob groaned. “Fuck me.”

“Not yet,” she whispered. “But . . . can’t we, you know . . . do other things?”

Hell yes they could. He took her hand and led her to the back of the suite, where the bed was. He could feel her hand trembling in his, her fingertips cold, but his Marjorie had come here boldly, and he was going to reward her for it. She was about to get the best damn masturbation he could give her.

“Don’t be nervous, sweetheart,” he told her as he brought her to the edge of the bed.

“Easy for you to say.”

“What, you think I’m not nervous?” At her look of disbelief, he said, “I want to make this a fucking amazing experience for you. One that you’ll want to keep coming back to me for. And I’ve never dated a virgin before. So I’ll take good care of you, but that still doesn’t mean I’m not a little worried that I’ll fuck something up.”

She rushed forward and kissed him again.

Well, there was that answer. His arms wrapped around her and he pulled her down onto the bed next to him, kissing her sweet mouth, until they were both sitting on the edge of the bed, next to each other, lips locked. His cock jutted obscenely from his lap, and she sat stiffly next to him. Still, he continued kissing her, hoping to get her mind loosened up enough that she’d relax. Her hands fluttered to his chest, and then moved away again.

Ah. His nakedness might be a problem. He broke the kiss with one last flick of his tongue and then asked, “Would you feel better if I dressed?”

She licked her lips, blinking, and then shook her head. “I’m okay.”

“You’re nervous.” The backs of his fingers brushed between her breasts, and he felt her heart thudding. “Would you feel more comfortable if I let you explore me?”

Her eyes widened and she shook her head. “I think that would make me even more nervous.”

He chuckled. “Fair enough.” He took her hand in his, and then kissed the back of it. “Then just look at this as an exploration of pleasure, all right? The only goal here is to do what feels good, and nothing is off the table. Understand? If you change your mind about touching me—or about any of this—all you have to do is say the word and we’ll stop.”

She nodded and gave him another one of her shy smiles.

God. He absolutely could not fuck this up. He kissed her hand again, then turned it over and kissed each of her fingertips, nipping at them. By the time he’d gotten to her thumb, the look in her eyes was full of arousal once more.

He let go of her hand and moved to the first button on her pajama top. “Can I see your breasts again, sweetheart?”

She nodded, and her hands went to the buttons, undoing them one by one. Seconds ticked by as he watched her move down the shirt, pushing the buttons through the holes with shaking fingers. She wouldn’t look at him—more nervousness, he knew. When she’d finished with the last button, he took the lead again, brushing the fabric aside and revealing her small, high breasts.