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His kisses are lazy. He’s taking the scenic route over my skin, and I drag my hands over the broad muscles of his back, not in a hurry, either.
This man was made to be savored.
“I want to keep you here for the rest of our stay,” he mutters, his hand coming up to cup my breast over my bikini top. “You know, if you don’t want any tan lines…”
“Oh, that’s so helpful of you.”
His smile is crooked. “It’s pure selflessness.”
I lock my hands behind his neck and pull him down to kiss him. I don’t think I’ll get enough of that before this trip comes to an end. I’d forgotten how good it feels to just kiss a man and be kissed in return. I could do this for hours.
Against my thigh, I feel him—already hard—and the anticipation makes my stomach tighten.
He tugs the bikini top to the side.
“Whoops,” I whisper.
He gives a wolfish smile and bends to take my nipple in his mouth. I sigh, digging my fingers into his hair.
Best decision ever,I think.Going on this vacation.
The sound of his ringing phone cuts through the moment. I chuckle against him. I’m not really capable of movement right now, my arms and legs are locked around him.
The ringing persists.
“Phillip,” I murmur.
He shakes his head once, fingers still teasing my nipple. “Let it ring,” he murmurs. “I’m with an attractive twentysomething-year-old.”
I laugh again. “That’s not what I meant the other day.”
My mind had pictured women in beautiful dresses and heels, sipping drinks with him in hotel bars in Chicago. Young professionals with similar life trajectories.
The phone stops ringing.
“Yeah, of course you didn’t,” he says. It sounds like sarcasm. The realization that he meant what he said seeps through me like warm honey. Compliment-starved. Maybe that’s what I am.
His mouth closes around my right nipple, and I sigh at the sensation. The tug of his teeth and the lap of his tongue, and the hard, solid weight of his body on top of mine.
“My vacation self,” I murmur, “is very pleased with herself right now.”
He chuckles darkly and trails kisses over the curve of my other breast, yanking the bikini top clean off. Warmth pools in my stomach and spreads out through my limbs.
His phone starts to ring again.
Phillip doesn’t react and doesn’t change the tight grip of his hands or the press of his body against mine.
“Another one of your colleagues?” I murmur, weaving my fingers into his hair. “Do I need to tell Briggs off again?”
Phillip chuckles. There’s a flush on his face, staining his skin beneath the tan, and the eyes on mine are all pupils. “I wouldn’t want to be in his shoes.”
I grin and push against his chest. He gives a low groan of disappointment, and I laugh, wriggling out from beneath him.
“Eden,” he says.
I walk backward towards his phone, smiling. Adrenaline pumps through me. “You’re on vacation!” I say. “They should learn.”
I reach for his phone and hit reply. “Phillip Meyer’s phone,” I say sweetly. “Is this an emergency?”
