My mouth goes dry. I’ve only ever seen him with a shirt on before. Dark ink covers one entire pec on his broad chest, and his shoulders are thick and round like boulders.
Heat blooms between my thighs as I recall digging my nails into them two nights ago.
With abs rippling like something from a fitness ad, he walks across the sand with purpose, toward the outdoor showers.
I glance back into the bungalow at the discarded magazine, a prickling sensation running over my arms.
Turning back around, I set off after him.
15
WOODY
My head’stipped back beneath the water, and I’m staring out of the open roof at the sky when her words hit me like a point-blank shot to the temple.
“You look like Sullivan Beaufort.”
I drop my face to meet her gaze. She stares at me, her brow creasing as she studies me.
My jaw clenches. “Who?”
“He’s an American billionaire. His family owns a huge diamond jewelry brand.”
“Sounds like a rich asshole.”
She steps closer, scanning my face in a way that makes every cell in my body freeze.
“He’s stupidly good-looking.” She stares at me, frowning.
“Why don’t you go and fuck him, then?” I say, turning my back on her and putting my face under the water.
“He just got engaged. And he has a daughter called Molly,” Jude continues.
I glance back at her and she’s folding her arms like she’s waiting for me to say something.
My gut churns. That adorable little girl at the wedding with dark curls and purple hands.
Molly.
I swallow and turn back around. “So he’s loaded, and his dick works. Good for him.”
“What’s the matter with you?” she snaps.
“Did you come here because you wanted to fuck, or because you wanted to talk to me about some guy from New York you read about?”
“I wanted to talk.”
I hold her eyes as I grab my shampoo and squeeze some into my palm.
“Then go find someone who likes to talk.”
She glares at me like she wants to slap me, and my dick twitches as I drop my gaze to her nipples in her bikini top. At least they look happy to see me, always puckered so hard that I want to ask her if it’s painful. They’re just begging to be sucked on. Why the hell did the only woman in years who gets my dick going have to be her? A nosy, troublemaking little thief?
I scrub at my hair, then move to wash my chest, rubbing the suds over it. She watches me the whole time, her lips parting with need.
I drop my hand to the waistband of my swim trunks and pull it down, taking my dick out with my other hand.
I keep my eyes on her face as I soap it up, running my hand over my piercings, then washing my balls.
