Chapter 37: Burying Alive
"I already applied it at home, don’t bother," Evelyn lied, not daring to turn around and face him. In response, Zevian’s grip on her wrist tightened, sending her heart into a frantic rhythm.
In a swift motion, he released her wrist, but before Evelyn could sigh in relief, his large hands settled on her shoulders, causing her breath to hitch. Her entire body tingled with electricity from the warmth of his palms. He gripped her shoulders and gently but firmly guided her to sit down.
Zevian’s intentions were clear; it was only fair for her to endure the same torture he had felt under her touch. The way her fingers had lingered on his muscles, he knew she had enjoyed it, and he wasn’t about to let her off easily.
Evelyn wanted to flee, but her legs betrayed her. Her mind was a whirlwind, torn between escaping and staying, her rational thoughts overridden by the tempted devil in her mind. With a resigned sigh, she turned and laid on the beach chair.
Her mind drifted back to their first summer vacation together, where a similar situation had ended in a heated make-out session. The color on her cheeks grew even redder at the memory of that night, recalling how Zevian had carried her back to the room, kissing every forbidden part of her body, leaving her breathless and aching for more.
Evelyn was pulled to the present when Zevian untied the only strap protecting her modesty. Her hands instinctively reached to hold the bra in place, clutching it tightly in anticipation.
A shiver ran down Evelyn’s spine as Zevian’s fingers settled on her bare back. The cool sunscreen did little to mask the warmth of his touch, igniting sparks wherever his fingers roamed. Evelyn bit the inside of her lip as he smoothed the lotion over her skin, tracing the contours of her back with deliberate slowness. Unlike her hesitant touch, he meticulously covered every inch of her back, sending heat rushing between her legs.
When his hand dipped even lower, tracing the line of her waist, inching closer to the transparent skirt that barely covered her, Evelyn couldn’t bear it anymore. She hastily sat up and turned around to leave, but met his eyes. Their gazes locked, and her treacherous eyes traveled to his lips, sending crazy messages to her mind.
Both knew what was happening, the unspoken desire crackling between them, but neither was ready to take the first step. Evelyn bit her lower lip, every inch of her body screamed at her to kiss him, to surrender to the moment and forget everything else. Hesitant but longing, she leaned forward, her eyes meeting his as if seeking permission.
Zevian’s last thread of control snapped at her action, his heart beating loudly. He mirrored her movement and bent down, their lips just an inch apart before meeting in a small but fiery peck.
"Mommy! Daddy! Come! Let’s play in the water!" Kiana’s delighted scream brought them crashing back to reality. They instantly withdrew, the kiss abruptly broken and barely complete.