Free Caribbean Heat by Sky Robinson

pulled her mask and snorkel out of her backpack and slipped off her shorts and tank top.
    The teal bikini clung tightly to her sexy curves and firm muscles. Then again she could probably make a gunnysack look sexy. It was torture.
    Jack took the lead, swimming out to the reef where they were lucky enough to have the distraction of hundreds of colorful fish swimming along the coral. Lobsters scurried by on the sandy ocean floor and sea fans danced with the waves and currents. He always felt most at peace under the water and today was no exception. In the water he could forget the worries of the world, nothing bad was going to happen here. And it was nice to be able to relax and just enjoy Sierra again. Knowing what she was doing didn’t change the fact that she was beautiful and fun and sweet.
    But she was and wishing things were different wasn’t going to do a damn bit of good.
    They’d been swimming for almost an hour when his stomach started grumbling. Jack couldn’t let himself live in this silly little dream any longer. It was time to face reality, and the fact that the girl he had fallen for was a drug runner. Get on with this day. He’d watch her, find out where the drugs were being handed off and stick to business.
    Jack tapped Sierra on the shoulder and she came to the surface with a huge grin on her face. Fuck. He wanted this all to be real, wanted to keep her. But that couldn’t happen.
    “You ready to go back?” he forced himself to say.
    “Sure,” Sierra agreed easily.
    He swam beside her to the shore, not in any rush to get back but knowing he had to. When she walked out of the water Jack couldn’t help but admire the beads of water dripping down her bronze skin, glimmering in the sunlight as she walked across the warm sand. He shouldn’t be checking her out. But damn if he could stop.
    Jack leaned over the dingy and grabbed both his and Sierra’s towels. When he stood back up she was making her move, pressing her sexy body against his as she took the towel from his hand and wrapped it loosely over her shoulders and grinned up at him.
    “Thank you for bringing me here.” Sierra wrapped her arms around his waist, her skin a mixture of cool wetness on the surface and warmth just beneath, her hands moving to his ass, pressing him against her and it was just too much to resist.
    Jack bent forward, kissed Sierra, with all the passion he had been trying not to feel. It was what she expected but he couldn’t deny that it was what he wanted too. He had to play along with the romance but his heart didn’t have to like it so damn much.
    “You’re welcome.” He pulled away, needing to keep his distance, but it was already too late. His cock was hard, needing her.
    “We better get back to the yacht and have some lunch,” he said but couldn’t force his body to move away from her touch.
    “I have another idea,” she said, her voice soft and low.
    He had a feeling his cock was going to enjoy this other idea very much but he couldn’t fuck her. Not under these circumstances.
    Sierra ran a hand down the length of his dick and Jack let out an involuntary groan. Couldn’t help himself.
    “Oh yeah?” He shouldn’t have said that, especially not in the low moan it came out as. He shouldn’t encourage her.
    “How about sex in the dingy?” She pushed him toward the little boat.
    He didn’t resist like he should, but took a step backward and let her push him into a seated position on the edge of the boat.
    Sierra straddled him and pressed her cunt hard against his cock, only a couple thin layers of material between his cock and the sweet wetness he wanted so damn bad. The breath sucked right out of his lungs.
    “I didn’t bring a condom.” It wasn’t the truth, he had two, but he had to say something, come up with some good reason to stop this from happening. He couldn’t lead her on. Couldn’t have sex with her under these circumstances.
    “That’s okay.” She reached into her bag and pulled