“You did.” She pushed back, picking his hand out of her hair. “Do you want to go to the beach, or don’t you? We’ll be all alone, far away from prying eyes or noses, doing anything we want … ” Her voice dropped lower, suggestively, implying the natural result of all their touching and teasing. “Can’t do that here … “
He whimpered and shifted from when he was kneeling, relieved that his shorts were quite loose on his slim hips. Nodding and licking at his lips, he jumped to his feet and held out his hands, screwing his eyes shut when they flashed golden. “You’re such a tease…”
“Me?” she exclaimed, taking his hands and pulling herself up. “I am not the one who was wearing a /towel/ when I got here, mister ‘look at my gorgeous self don’t you want to lick it’. I am not the one who put on clothes that can be ripped off in a hurry.” She tossed her head, braid bouncing. “You pick up that bag, sir, right now.”