Robyn
Jack’s hands were surprisingly gentle. I knew it was a bad idea to let him touch me. Obviously, I could put the gel on my own sunburn, so why did I obediently turn around and offer him my back? Maybe it was just curiosity. Maybe I had really fried my brain in the sun and was now taking unnecessary risks.
It was a bit painful, having his fingers trailing over my roasted skin, but also…exciting. He was so thorough, so attentive, and yet so respectful. I gave him full access to my chest, and he didn’t even attempt to let his hand drop below the line of the burn. I was impressed, and yet somehow disappointed too. Because my body was heating in ways that had nothing to do with sun exposure. My n*****s were pebbling in anticipation of feeling those large palms slide over them.
