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“I think I can handle that.”
“Good. Now get your swimsuit on.” She comes around to my side of the kitchen counter and starts organizing the groceries.
“I’m swimming too?”
“If you want. I just want you shirtless and looking hot as sin.”
I raise my eyebrows at that.
“Maren has ordered me back on social media. My boyfriend and I are having a Sunday Funday.”
Before I can question her, she shoos me off to change. When I return, she hands me a plate of the pre-sliced pineapple she bought and tells me to get the grill going and start with those. The house has an impressive outdoor kitchen, and it doesn’t take long to finish the pineapple. As I’m plating it again, Autumn sets down a pan of raw steaks and seasoned shrimp on the counter next to me. I look up and promptly can’t breathe.
Her cover-up is gone, and her little red bikini is dead set on shredding every ounce of my willpower.
Lord, help me.
“What?”
I tear my gaze from the scraps of material barely covering her tits and meet her gaze.
“What?”
“You just said, Lord, help me.”
I said that out loud?
“I didn’t.”
She raises her brows at me letting me know she knows I’m a damn liar.
“Fuck, wildcat. You look hot as hell. How am I supposed to keep my hands off you?”
She smirks as she reaches out and presses a finger to my chest, that tiny touch searing.
“You’re not.”
Fuck. Me.
She moves her finger down over my abs and I feel the scrape of material from her brace. I glance down and gently take her wrist in my hand. I slowly unfasten it and pull it off. The swelling is gone and the slight bruising she had is barely noticeable. I drag a finger over her skin and she inhales loudly. I stop. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”
Our gazes lock. She visibly swallows. “No. You surprised me.”
I glance back at her wrist. “Can I…?” I lift my hand again and she nods.
I move my finger lightly over her wrist again. She flinches a tiny bit, but a glance at her face reveals she isn’t in pain. Her amber gaze is dark, smoldering. Her breathing increases as I continue to move over her skin. I want to kiss every inch of her arm. Have my lips erase all her pain. Instead, I take my hand away and gently put her brace back on.
“How does it feel?”
“Better. Only really notice it when I move it certain ways. I wouldn’t even wear the brace, but Maren wants it in the pictures to keep the sympathy going.”
I nod and she clears her throat then points at the grilled pineapple. “That looks amazing.” She breaks a ring into two and takes a bite into it. She closes her eyes and moans and I feel that moan right in my dick.
“Mmm, delicious.” She picks up the other half slice in one hand and her phone in the other. She sidles up to me and places the pineapple at my lips. She smooths the fruit over my lips. Her tongue slipping out and swiping over her own lips as if she can taste it. “Open up.”
It takes all my willpower not to moan at the sensual sound of her voice. I open my mouth and she slips part of the pineapple inside. Our gazes lock and the blazing August sun has nothing on the heat between us. I take a bite. It’s super tender as a burst of sweetness with a hint of smoky char fills my mouth.
I start to lick my lips, but she leans in. I pull back before she can touch her lips to mine. “What are you doing?”
