Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

glances up, her smile falters, cheeks morphing to match the flowers.
She looks at the blue water, then grips the hem of her T-shirt between her
fingers. “How much of this beach is secluded?”
“There isn’t another house for miles.” It’s the only reason I feel
comfortable letting her beyond the property I can see from the house.
Pouting dramatically, Elena whips her shirt up over her head, baring the
swell of her naked breasts and that little pomegranate tattoo. Immediately, my
cock stirs to attention, my tongue eager to run over the line work I’ve
practically memorized at this point.
“Bummer,” she says, hooking her thumbs in the elastic waist of her white
cotton shorts, shoving them down over her hips. Untying her hair from the
loose bun it’s in, she shakes the dark locks free, completely naked as she
backs away from me. “Guess we’ll have to find another way to make it more
interesting.”
I swallow, my tongue thick inside my mouth. “Make what more
interesting?”
“Skinny dipping.”
Turning on her heels, she bounds out toward the water, completely
unabashed in the way the sea air collides with every plane and crevice of her
body.
I stand on the shore, watching as she wades in to her knees, spinning to
look at me. “Well? Aren’t you coming?”
She wiggles her eyebrows, and I swallow again, a knot lodging hard in
my throat.
No one’s ever seen me naked.
I don’t even like glimpsing the scarred topography of my body, vivid
reminders of a life thrust upon me before I knew what I was agreeing to.
The longer Elena stands in the water, waiting patiently, the more
uncomfortable I feel about her perusal. Already, I’m far too concerned with
the way she looks at me, and there’s a niggling thought catching in the back
of my mind that maybe this will be what turns her off from me.
Maybe she’ll finally see I’m the monster everyone always warned her
about.
“I don’t bite,” she calls, drifting farther back into the water, cupping her
hands over her breasts, deepening her cleavage. “Well, I do, but you like it.”
Snorting in spite of myself, I shake my head slightly, my dick straining
against the confines of my pants. It throbs, desperate to reconnect with her,