Russell dabbed lotion into the palm of his hand and moved around her. Placing the flat part of his hand over the center of her back, he brushed tender strokes over her flesh, gracing every inch with lotion and a fingertip massage.
The string of her bikini dangled along her spine as his fingers glided over her skin. With the quick pinch of his fingers, he clasped the long end and untied the bikini top.
“Russell,” Meredith called to him.
“Hmm”, he murmured.
“Are you trying to unfasten my top?”
She didn’t have to spin around to know he was grinning like the devil behind her. His eyes widened as she took off the top and tossed it to the floor at the stern.