A low sound escapes him. “I’ll take you over my knee and spank that sass out of you.”
“Will you?” I slide my shorts down, leaving me in just underwear and a tank top.
He’s fast, grabbing me and pulling me close. My heart races with excitement. I missed this primal but playful side of him that’s all mine.
“Keep running that mouth and you won’t be able to sit down for days without thinking of me.”
I’m enclosed in his strong arms, and this is where I want to stay. But he’s right. There’s important work to be done.
“I could do a break from eleven to one,” I say softly. “What are we doing?”
“I’ll tell you where we’re going. What we’re doing is up to you.”
I arch a brow. “Okay, I’m intrigued.”
“The pool. Just us.”
My breath catches. The pool is a spring on the edge of our camp boundary with a waterfall cascading into it. It’s surrounded by a rainbow of tropical flowers, and it’s my favorite place on the island. Everyone in our camp goes there during time off.
“Just us?” I ask, unclear.
“Everyone knows Mom and Dad are back together and they want us to have some alone time.”
I burst out laughing and cringe at the same time. “That’s ... a little weird, but okay.”
He grins and kisses the top of my head. “Okay? I can do a lot better than that. Or we can just talk if you want.”
“I’ll think about it.”
I won’t. He knows damn well what happens when I see him in just his boxer briefs. His body is not meant to be ignored. If the entire camp thinks we’re having dirty waterfall sex, we might as well do it.
He releases me and gets his shoulder holster from a hook on the wall, putting it on. “Are you getting breakfast?”
“I’m not hungry. I think I’ll go straight to the lab.”
“I’ll bring you something when I meet you there at eleven.”
“Oh, you’re even picking me up for this date?”
His smirk is back. “Yep. Even though it’ll shatter poor Olin.”
“Olin doesn’t care.”
“He’s crazy about you.”
I laugh. “It’s not like that. It’s more of a brother-sister thing.”
“That kid has a massive crush on you, and I get it.” He kisses me on the cheek. “I haven’t brushed my teeth, so I owe you a good kiss.”
“Maybe. We might just be talking.”
He scoffs and scrubs a hand down his face. “It’s whatever you want, B. You know I’m a giver, and I miss having my mouth on you.”
I clench my thighs because he can’t miss it more than I do. He’s very much a giver, and a great one.
“I’ll see you at eleven.” He picks up the small wood basket that has his toothbrush, toothpaste and shaving stuff in it.
“Hey, maybe wait to shave your face,” I say. “I like looking at the beard when we’re talking.”
