Laughter turned into a helpless, wanton moan. There was entirely too much clothing in the way, despite the lightness of his swim-trunks. She scraped her thoughts together enough to say, breathily, “You never let me finish taking off my clothes.”
He hummed in agreement and slid his hands up to cup her breasts once more, eyes glinting with amusement. “Probably better get that sorted, huh?” he declared in breathless laughter, moving back to teasingly tug on the waistband of his swim shorts.
She sucked in a sharp breath, watching his long fingers. “I don’t know,” she drawled, a matching light in her eyes. “If we’re not going out to the beach … ” But she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts anyway, waiting to see what he would do.