“But—”
“We already know photogs are lurking. Forget them. Don’t check your email. Ignore your messages. We do what we want. If… when… they get their shots, Sloane does what Sloane does. But you and I are going to spend these two weeks…”
Her wide eyes widened, seemingly at the possibilities that might come out of his mouth.
“On vacation,” he finished, wanting to say, ‘in bed,’ but knowing that would lump him in with every so-so screw she’d ever had. If last night was any indication, when it came to them, their chemistry could burn this island to the ground. “I’ll keep you safe. I’ll always keep you safe.”
“I know,” she whispered, her eyes bright and curious, even if they skirted to him and away as though she were too nervous to meet his stare. “We vacation together and…?
“Let whatever happens happen,” he said, wanting to strip her naked and make her come before they did anything else. That wouldn’t happen, at least not right away. She was so nervous, so unsure of what he absolutely understood—that they would be legendary between the sheets together.
She tugged her bottom lip into her mouth. “When we go home, we’ll be normal again?”
He nodded.
“Do you promise?” she asked.
His heart punched his sternum. He swallowed hard, knowing he was already lying. “Promise.”
The bungalow’s phone rang, making them both jump.
He was done with surprises. “Expecting a call?”
She shook her head.
He answered, listened to the concierge, and hung up. Their vacation plans weren’t going to happen. Disappointment washed over him like an icy rain. He shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked back. “They found you a bungalow and willhave your belongings sent over. A butler will pack and move you in there while we’re at lunch.”
“Oh…” Jules knotted her fingers together. “But we just agreed to… You should come too,” she said, but her inflection rose like she was asking a question. “If you want. Since we’re vacationing together.”
How was this woman nervous about him?
Their kiss on the beach had been for the world to see—even if they both now wished no one else had seen. Rhys closed the space between them like a magnetic force was pulling them together. His palms cradled her cheeks, tipping her head back. His mouth whispered over hers, a barely there kiss. Not for anyone else but them.
She smelled like vanilla and sugar. Her lips were soft, melting him to her. He could do nothing but taste her sweet mouth, which opened, and her tongue slid over his, exploring and driving him wild. He couldn’t get enough of her.
“Rhys,” she breathed.
His hands slowly moved down her biceps as she shivered. Her back arched as she asked for more. His tongue swirled with hers, and he groaned, need erupting through him.
Her tentative kisses grew bolder. Jules knotted her arms around his neck, pressing her soft body to his hard one.
Rhys ran his hands up and down her spine then wrapped her thick, wavy hair around his fist, tugging with just enough pressure to angle her head back, deepening the kiss, feeling a fiery need that went straight to his cock.
“Damn, sweetheart.” His free hand belted her to him. The thickening length of his erection pressed between them.
Then a knock sounded. He froze, his breath racing.
Her bright eyes were wide as if they’d been caught, as if she didn’t know they could make that kind of magic again.
Her tongue darted over her bottom lip. He cupped her cheek, rubbing his thumb over the same wet spot she’d just licked, leaving no question that he didn’t want to let her go.
Another knock sounded.
His breath shook as he eased back, not letting her go. This woman had him by the balls, and she had no idea how messed up he was over her flushed cheeks and parted lips.
The corners of his lips tugged up, the hint of satisfaction and desperate need forcing him to grin. Surprise—and curiosity—danced in her eyes. It was enough that he’d be willing to ignore whoever was at the door just to taste her breathlessness again.
A third knock sounded. “Delivery.”
