It wasn’t rational or even logical, but hearing that Bill hadn’t done anything this fast either was such a relief and assurance that Melinda felt her head swimming. She smiled into the kiss, her arms tightening around Bill’s neck, and all the heat inside of her pooling down to the apex of her thighs as Bill grew hard against her.
“Turn around,” she whispered against his lips. This could work. This could actually work! “Keep your back towards the beach,” she continued, her smile turning into a mischievous, wanton grin as she pressed against him. “The cameras will only see your back. Pick me up and carry me out far enough that the water reaches your shoulders…” She was whispering, but she meant every word she said. Her heart was pounding and her breathing already getting harder. Reaching up she caressed Bill’s cheek, then brushed his hair back out of his face. Sweet Rowena, but he was handsome and the way he was looking at her.