Sunscreen Moment

The afternoon sun blazed high over the private beach, turning the sand into glittering gold and the ocean into a shimmering jewel. Mia lounged on one of the thick cushioned daybeds on their villa’s expansive deck, the heat kissing every inch of her exposed skin. She had changed into an even tinier emerald green bikini after breakfast one that tied with delicate strings at the sides and back, leaving her smooth, sun-kissed back completely bare.

Lily had gone off to the main resort spa for a quick manicure, promising to meet them later for snorkeling. That left Mia and Alexander alone by the pool and beach area. Perfect.

Alexander sat under the shade of a large umbrella a few feet away, pretending to read something on his tablet. But Mia could feel his eyes on her every few minutes, no matter how hard he tried to focus.

She smiled to herself, then called out in a sweet, casual voice.

“Alexander?”

He looked up, his dark eyes guarded. “Yes?”

Mia rolled onto her stomach on the daybed, propping herself up slightly on her elbows. The movement made the thin strings of her bikini top shift, barely covering anything. “I’m starting to burn a little. Would you mind helping me with sunscreen? My back is the worst part I can never reach it properly.”

Alexander stared at her for a long beat. The muscle in his jaw ticked. “Where’s Lily? She can do it.”

“She’s at the spa, remember? She’ll be gone for at least another hour.” Mia turned her head to look at him, letting her long wavy hair fall over one shoulder. Her hazel eyes were bold and inviting. “Please? I’d really appreciate it. Your hands looked so strong yesterday in the pool. I know they’d do a good job.”

He exhaled slowly, setting the tablet down. “Mia… this isn’t a good idea.”

“It’s just sunscreen,” she replied innocently, though her smile said otherwise. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Alexander stood up, towering over her. His broad shoulders blocked some of the sun as he walked over. He picked up the bottle of sunscreen from the small table beside her daybed, his movements deliberate and controlled.

“Fine,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Turn over completely.”

Mia complied happily, lying flat on her stomach and resting her cheek on her folded arms. She could feel the heat of his body as he knelt beside the daybed. The first cool touch of lotion on her lower back made her shiver.

“Sorry,” he murmured. “It’s cold.”

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “Your hands will warm it up.”

His large, powerful hands began spreading the sunscreen across her back in slow, firm strokes. The moment his palms made full contact with her skin, electricity crackled between them. Mia bit her lip to suppress a soft sound. His touch was confident, almost professional at first smoothing the lotion over her shoulders, down the curve of her spine, across her lower back.

But as the seconds stretched, his movements became slower. More intentional.

“You have beautiful skin,” he said quietly, almost to himself. “So soft.”

Mia’s breath hitched. “Thank you. I’ve been thinking about your hands on me since yesterday. Since I saw you get out of the pool… water running down every muscle.”

Alexander’s hands paused on her mid-back. “Mia, don’t.”

“Why not?” she asked, her voice muffled slightly against her arm. “Does it feel good for you too? Touching me like this?”

His fingers flexed against her skin. “It feels… dangerous. You’re playing with fire, little girl.”

“I’m not a little girl anymore,” Mia replied, turning her head so she could look up at him. “I’m right here, Alexander. Eighteen. Wanting you. And I know you want me back. I can feel it in the way you’re touching me right now.”

His hands moved lower, spreading lotion just above the curve of her ass where the bikini bottom sat low. The touch was electric. Mia let out a tiny, involuntary moan soft but unmistakable.

Alexander froze. “Fuck,” he breathed, the word barely audible.

Mia pushed back subtly against his hands. “Don’t stop. Please. It feels so good when you touch me.”

He continued, but his breathing had grown heavier. His strong fingers worked the lotion into her shoulders again, then down her sides, brushing the swell of her breasts where they pressed against the daybed. The contact sent sparks straight to her core.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he said, his voice strained with restraint. “I’ve known you since you were a kid coming over after school. Now you’re here, looking like this, saying these things… It’s driving me crazy.”

“Good,” Mia whispered, her body heating up under his touch. “I want to drive you crazy. I’ve wanted you for years, Alexander. Since that rainy day you gave me your towel and called me a drowned kitten. I used to lie in bed at night thinking about you. Now I’m here, and I don’t want to wait anymore.”

Alexander’s hands stilled completely. He leaned down closer, his breath warm against her ear. “This can’t happen. Lily could come back any minute. I’m her father. I’m supposed to protect her, not… not crave her best friend.”

Mia turned onto her side slightly, giving him a clear view of her barely covered breasts and the hunger in her eyes. “Then why are your hands still on me? Why haven’t you pulled away?”

He didn’t have an answer. Instead, one of his thumbs brushed slowly along her side, dangerously close to the edge of her bikini top. The touch was possessive. Hungry.

The tension between them thickened until it felt like the air itself was crackling.

Finally, Alexander pulled his hands away as if her skin had burned him. He stood up abruptly, breathing hard. “That’s enough. You’re covered.”

Mia sat up slowly, not bothering to adjust her top properly. She looked up at him with flushed cheeks and bright eyes. “Thank you, Alexander. That felt incredible. I think I’m going to need your help with this every single day we’re here.”

He ran a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair, looking tormented. “You’re going to be the death of me, Mia Thompson.”

She smiled, slow and seductive. “Only if you let me.”

Alexander turned and walked a few steps away, trying to regain control. “I need to make a call. Stay out of the direct sun for a while.”

As he disappeared into the villa, Mia lay back down, her body still tingling from his touch. The moment she heard his bedroom door close, the heat between her legs became unbearable.

She glanced around quickly to make sure she was alone on the deck. Then she slipped one hand under the front of her bikini bottom, finding herself soaking wet.

“Oh god, Alexander…” she moaned softly, her fingers circling her swollen clit. She pictured his large hands on her back, the way they had trembled with restraint, the roughness in his voice when he said her name.

Her fingers moved faster, sliding inside herself as she imagined him pinning her down on this very daybed, taking what they both wanted. “Alexander… yes… touch me like that again,” she whispered, her hips rocking against her hand. The pleasure built rapidly, sharp and desperate.

“Fuck… Alexander… I want you so bad,” she gasped, biting her lip hard as her orgasm hit her hard. Her body shuddered, waves of intense pleasure rolling through her as she moaned his name quietly into the cushion.

When it passed, she lay there panting, a determined smile on her face.

This was only the beginning. His touch had awakened something dangerous in both of them a hunger that would only grow stronger with every passing day on this island.

And Mia was more determined than ever to make sure Alexander Voss finally gave in.

She cleaned up quickly, adjusted her bikini, and lay back with a content sigh, watching the ocean. The sunscreen moment had been everything she hoped for and more.

The electric spark between them was now a roaring flame.

And she couldn’t wait to see how long it would take before they both got burned.