I sighed, feeling the hot sunlight sink into the skin all over my body, pleasantly warming it up. I swear, it was such a heat outside that I barely made it without melting, but it was also more than perfect for taking a sunbath.

I laid on a towel near my pool with my headphones and sunglasses on, trying to tan in my full glory. It's not the main reason, though, I just like to feel the sun on my skin so I can turn my brain off and lay down, and somehow it always works for me. It was nice to the limits because I decided to wear only bikini top and bottom, since I'm pretty positive that if I wore any other clothes they'd simply catch fire or something.

I also waited for Johnny to come back from the store, where he went to buy sweets and other goodies for tonight's movie night we're having at my place. Recently it's either Johnny living at my house for a few days or the other way around, but I couldn't say the slightest complain about him being around. I never knew he was that clingy, until I noticed how often he'd come up to me to hug me or to get a kiss. But I loved that, and I loved the fact that I didn't have to spend nights alone anymore.

I might have or might have not worn that bikini just for him to see, and I was extremely nervous because of that. He's never really seen *that* much of my body, and my stupid anxiety was having a whole feast from me fearing he won't like it. I mean, he has even dated supermodels before and I'm pretty sure I am not that skinny or pretty enough to fit into his type. But maybe it's just my head messing with me, so I only take half of these worries seriously.

I opened my eyes to look at my phone, wanting to see how much time I have left until I need to turn around, but I accidentally saw something else with a corner of my eye, and I barely held in a scream.

A very handsome man stood in the balcony's doorframe, watching me with a mysterious smirk. I probably didn't hear him because of the music in my ears.

"Ooh shit, Johnny, you scared the living shit out of me!" I said, putting a hand on my chest, over my heart. "I thought you were some random creep staring."

I admit, I eagerly waited for him to come back but I had no idea when it will be and definitely not that it'll be so fast.

"I wouldn't blame the creep," he said, his gaze dreamily roaming my body. I suddenly wanted to hide and never see the sunlight again, but on the other hand I never wanted him to stop. "You're beautiful."

I grinned, ab-so-lutely blushing. I laid down on my back again, closing my eyes.

I took out my headphones, so now I clearly heard him approaching me. When I looked at him again, he sat down cross-legged beside me and smoothly took his shirt off. I literally stared at the sun kissing the skin on his torso and all the tattoos, and I suddenly got the urge to scream into some nice pillow to relieve all the tension bottled up in me because of the sight. I covered my face with my forearms so he wouldn't see me biting my lip to avoid any embarrassing sounds.

God, he didn't even touch me.

Get a grip.

"Did you buy everything?" I asked, looking at him through my sunglasses.

"Yes, everything that was on the list." He replied. "Though I also bought an extra Redbull and a bottle of apple juice, since I noticed that's basically all you drink lately."

I sat up just enough to cup his face in my hands and kiss him gently. He smiled into the kiss and didn't stop even after our lips parted.

"What was that for?" he quietly asked.

I shook my head a little, "You're the best man I've ever met."

His smile widened and he kissed me back as gently as I did. Our lips slowly moved in sync, and I felt all the tension from before leave my shoulders. My anxiety disappeared within the moment I saw the way he looked at me, like I was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen, and that was enough for me. He didn't even have to say anything. Seriously, I didn't know someone could look at me like that. And he did.

His thumb caressed my jawline back and forth, occasionally sliding up to my cheek. Pleasant goosebumps spread all over my body, and I hoped he didn't notice the changes in my bikini top.

The tender and innocent kissing we had started heating up before I even noticed. Our tongues suddenly fought for dominance and Johnny's fingers carefully explored every inch of my body, following the curves and humming softly into the kiss.

My thinking was gone by the time I laid down on the towel again with Johnny hovering over me. He played with the thin strap of my bikini pants on the side of my hip, making me grin instantly into the kiss. He let go and moved his hand down, squeezing my bare thigh like I was entirely his, and it worked. It caused so many sensations I had to press my thighs together.

We broke the kiss to get some air, but Johnny apparently haven't had enough. He kissed my jawline as I let out sighs mixed with panting from the lack of oxygen earlier, he then kissed, licked, and did everything else all over my neck, and all I was able to do while still handling the enormous amounts of pleasure was close my eyes and move my head to the side, giving him more access. And he didn't waste the opportunity.

He suddenly sucked a little harder exactly on my sweet spot, making me moan. Yes, moan. I hoped it didn't sound too bad or embarrassing, but I can't say it's the first and last time of me doing it. I really couldn't help it, he knew how to kiss me, and he knew it so well I barely stopped myself from pulling his hair too hard because of how good he made me feel. Son of a bitch.

He did it a few more times and I was pretty sure my brain first melted and then poured out of my ears, so the only thing I was aware of now were his lips and hands on my body. And, god, I hope he never stops.

"Johnny," I breathed out. Somewhere in the back of my head I still knew he can't leave any marks, but at this point I couldn't care less. I just wanted to have him by my side, with me. It was horribly addicting.

"We are alone," he replied in a raspy voice, making my whole body have a literal fever once I heard it. "Hopefully for the rest of the day."

Even though it was hot outside, I could still feel Johnny's tongue being warmer than it, licking my collarbones and then blowing on the wet spots. I noticed he loved making me shiver, and that was one of the ways. He made his way down to between my breasts, stopping there.

I frowned and looked down at him. He placed his hands on either side of my body, a little higher than my waist.

He was asking for permission.

Anxious butterflies appeared in my stomach. It was hard not to see my hardened nipples through the material of my bikini, especially when his gaze was directly next to them. So, was there even any sense in not letting him?

My heartbeat sped up even more, if that's possible, as I nodded. I think he noticed my hesitation, so he slowed down and, keeping eye-contact the whole time, carefully licked my nipple through the bikini top. It was so hot, and because of all the tension present I found myself growing a lil too warm between my legs. I didn't care though, I needed more of him, and he could definitely do anything he wants to me.

Just when I felt his other hand cupping my breast, we heard a doorbell. I suddenly woke up from that bubble of pleasure and Johnny, and remembered that I had invited Maxine over earlier because I was bored. I suddenly regretted it.

"Shit," I breathed out, untangling my fingers from Johnny's hair. "It's Maxine."

He groaned in dissatisfaction, laying his head on my chest. He breathed in deeply before sitting up and letting me stand up to go open the door. Maxine has rang at least three times already.

"Put your shirt on," I threw over my shoulder. "I reserved that look."

He chuckled as I was already in the house, making my way to the door. I rubbed my cheeks a little, hoping they don't look too flushed. It hard, given that she just interrupted a making out session that went a little too good. I don't know if to be mad at her, I mean, we weren't supposed to do it in the first place.

I opened the door to see the lovely face of my friend. Not counting in the expression of it, as it was a bit annoyed.

"Geez, how many times do I have to ring-" she started but then her gaze went down to my neck and she frowned. "Is that a hickey?"

My eyes unbelievably widened and I slapped my hand over the mark. Like right on cue, Johnny just entered the foyer, fixing the shirt he barely managed to put on. Maxine's jaw dropped.

"What the-"

"Listen, I couldn't tell you. Nobody knows yet." I tried to explain myself, sitting opposite Maxine. Johnny leaned back on the counter on our right. I tried not to look at him because all I focused on were his veiny arms.

"I'm your best friend!" She threw her hands up in the air. "I was shipping you two since the day one, and you didn't even tell me you finally got together."

"We didn't know how people would react," Johnny pointed out.

"Alright, fair point." she replied. "But me? Come on."

"Yeah, that's a fair point, too, sorry." I said. "But, Maxine, understand, you can't tell anyone."

"Why? I don't think anyone would be too surprised."

I gave Johnny a side-eye glance. "We're working on it. Just promise."

"Fine. Promise."

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