The Taste of Mr. Davenport Read Online Free Page B

gone. This wasn’t how she anticipated spending the summer, with him gone and her here alone. Hanging out with Elise, Bobby, and his friends was fun, but not her first choice for how to spend her time.
    Hours later, she was startled awake when a shadow crossed over her, making her shiver without the sun’s warmth. She opened her eyes to see the woman who was with Carter a few weeks back. Claire’s mouth went dry looking over the curves of the woman, remembering the things she told Carter she wanted to do to her.
    “Claire, right?” The woman asked with a friendly smile on her face.
    “Yes. You have me at a disadvantage. I don’t think we’ve ever met.”
    “Mary. I’m a friend of Carter’s. Mr. Davenport’s,” she corrected herself. Of course, Mary wouldn’t know the personal turn Claire and Carter’s relationship had taken.
    “Nice to meet you,” Claire returned her greeting with a smile of her own. “Would you like to join me?”
    Mary looked around and shrugged her shoulders. She reached down and lifted her tank top over her head, leaving her in just a skimpy bikini top. Her breasts practically spilled out the sides and top of the cups. Then she unbuttoned her skirt and shimmied it over her hips. She settled in the chaise lounge next to Claire.
    “Carter mentioned he should be home today so I figured I’d stop by and say hi. Do you mind if I use your sunscreen?”
    Claire shook her head and felt her pulse race hearing that Carter would be back. She watched Mary start to slather the sunscreen over her body. It was very sensual to watch, especially given the thoughts Claire was having. She was hyper aware of the fact that they were alone and anything was possible.
    “Where’s Elise?” Mary asked conversationally.
    “She’s with her boyfriend for the day. They went out on his parents’ boat.”
    “Ahhh. To be young again,” Mary said wistfully. “I remember when it was all lazy days, long kisses, and quick fucks.”
    Claire remained silent, unsure how to respond. It wasn’t as if she really knew Mary and talking about sex just made her feel empty and achy knowing Carter wasn’t there to take care of her.
    “You should really put more sunscreen on.” Mary gestured towards her with the bottle. “You’re looking fairly pink. Wouldn’t want to see you get burned.”
    Claire took the bottle and thanked her. She tried not to feel conspicuous and awkward as she rubbed the lotion into her body. With Mary’s gaze firmly fixed on her movements, she could feel the heat building in her body, and it had nothing to do with the sun.
    “Scoot forward and I’ll get your shoulders for you.” Claire had no choice but to do what she was told now that Mary was standing next to her. When Claire moved, Mary sat behind her so that her outer thigh was against Claire’s hip. A frisson of awareness crept into Claire’s mind and started to take root. She wanted to reach out and run her fingers along Mary’s silky smooth looking legs.
    A hum of approval came from Mary as she massaged Claire’s neck and shoulders, rubbing the lotion in with tantalizing motions. Claire’s eyes closed, and she tried not to moan at the contact. She jumped when soft lips settled on the nape of her neck. Before she could react further they started coasting down and over her shoulder. Mary’s hands ventured down her back and around her ribs, up the front of her to her breasts where they cupped her and teased her hardened nipples.
    “You taste amazing. The salt on your skin is driving me mad,” Mary murmured in between kisses. Claire leaned back against her chest and felt the cushion of her breasts and the pointy peaks of her nipples. It was all so new and exhilarating to have a woman paying her this kind of attention. She arched her back, pushing her breasts deeper into Mary’s hands, wanting more.
    Mary didn’t disappoint. One hand slipped into the cup of Claire’s bikini while the other one traveled down her body and delved