"Karen Robards - Beachcomber" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robards Karen)

was cute, a lively tow-head with skin the color of crispy chicken, but
it was the brunette who was something special.

She was taller than the blonde, and slimmer. A pink bandanna held her
thick brown hair back from her face. It swung just free of her
shoulders as she tossed the ball away. Her bikini was pink, too,
cotton-candy pink, a shiny, stretchy fabric that his fingers suddenly
itched to touch. He could almost feel the silkiness of it, the firm
warmth of her skin beneath--the lovely unblemished skin that was as
golden-smooth as melted caramel.

Watching her, his mouth watered. He clenched his teeth as the ache
came over him, the hunger. His senses seemed to expand, take on a new
acuity. He could smell the girl's musky scent, see obscure details
such as the triangular dark mole in the crevice between her breasts and
the small butterfly tattoo on her left hip, hear her mutter a fierce
damn it as the ball skimmed over her head and knocked her bandanna
loose.

She stopped playing to retie the bandanna. Her back was to him now,
and his gaze drank in the sharp angle of her shoulder blades, the long
sweep of her back, the curve of her ass.

"Liz, catch!" The blonde yelled, bounding back into his line of
vision. The brunette turned toward the hurtling ball, caught it, and
ran straight at him while three other girls chased her, shrieking with
laughter. Her breasts bounced like tennis balls when she ran. At the
last minute she sheared away, angling back toward the water. Laughing,
the other girls changed direction, too, and the ball once again flew
through the air.

"I've got it!" A third girl in a yellow bikini, who was pear-shaped,
with short, spiky black hair, caught the ball and pelted away with Liz
and the pack in hot pursuit.

"Throw it, Terri!" Liz shrieked, and the pear-shaped girl threw the
ball to her. Liz leaped to catch it, and her breasts almost bounced
free of that teeny-tiny top.

The thick, hot throbbing between his legs was almost unbearable now.
The need to possess her was so intense that he couldn't move. His
eyelids drooped. His nostrils quivered as he inhaled more of her
scent. Saliva filled his mouth, and he swallowed. He could almost
taste the warm caramel on his tongue.

"Excuse me, do you know which way the Ramada Inn is?" a sandy-haired
kid asked, stopping in front of him.

It took him a minute to process what the kid was asking. Then he shook
his head without replying. The kid made a disgusted sound and moved