“This was a great idea.” He stretched forward and slid the cold wetness over the slope of her breast, where the skin was bare, and rubbed it onto the swimsuit cover up fabric and right over her bulging nipple. The skin where he’d touched her was wet and textured with goose bumps, her nipple the mother of all goose bumps. She didn’t answer, unless a faint sigh counted. The ice was cold against his fingers, the surrounding feeling of her skin bordering on hot. He liked the combination. He got the distinct feeling she did, too. He didn’t stay in one place long enough for the cold to get uncomfortable. He kept the ice in motion until droplets of water glistened across her upper chest and slid down to disappear between her breasts. He dried his hand by running it down over the cover up. He felt her heart pounding and heard the short breaths she took. She sounded incredibly aroused for so little action. He loved how quick and responsive her body was. To think he’d almost denied himself this pleasure was frightening.
