Dex carried her to a large rock sitting on the shore.
The stone was sun-warm against her back, and his mouth was hot against her throat, and between the two of them she was burning from both directions.
He pulled her dress up, and ripped her thong off completely.
The fabric didn't stand a chance. He pocketed it like it belonged to him now. Because it did.
His mouth was on her clit before she realized what was happening. Or before she could process the fact she was on a rock in middle of the day and completely exposed.
His hands pinned her thighs apart, holding her open to the daylight and his mouth like neither required her permission.
Her back arched off the rock. The sun warmed her skin everywhere he wasn't touching, and the contrast made her hypersensitive.
A strange, frantic heat began to coil in the base of her spine, a rhythmic humming in her blood that she couldn't quiet.
An involuntary vibration in her chest, that answered to Dex and only Dex.
