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“Alright, let’s go find this asshole and hack his laptop,” Ryland grunted in an annoyed voice and stepped away from her, readjusting himself with a curse. “My need for you is becoming too much to ignore.”
His need for her…
She’d finally found a man who said he needed her and looked at her with a fierce longing that turned her insides to molten lava and, of course, as her luck would dictate, some mysterious group wanted him dead.
Well, screw that. She wasn’t about to let anyone take away the best thing that ever happened to her. She had plans for them and no one was going to steal away their future happiness.
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The massive pool area was exactly what he expected from a resort promoting a hedonistic lifestyle. It was decadent and full of pleasurable things, and Ryland took everything in, scanning over the waterfalls and hidden grottos, bars featuring endless tropical drinks, blooming flowers and ferns everywhere and, of course, the guests themselves, some of whom wore nothing at all.
As they wound their way past sunbathing guests on lounge chairs, Ryland felt a lot of interested eyes on them. He wasn’t surprised. Harper looked stunning in her barely-there bikini, and even though she was covered up, the mesh shirt teased enough. Hell, he’d had to wrangle his own hard-on into submission before they came out because the damn Speedo didn’t hide anything.
Ryland lived half his life in board shorts, so he felt a bit confined and exposed all at the same time.Whatever.He surfed like a fiend, worked out and his job kept him in great physical shape. He’d rather have eyes on him than Harper because the more they ogled her, the more possessive he felt himself getting.
Breathe, Mills.He had to remind himself he was supposed to be there to swap partners and share. Which was insane. He would never share Harper with anyone. She belonged to him whether she knew it or not. As long as no one laid a hand on her, he would keep his cool.
The resort was big on kinky stuff, but also consent, so he wasn’t too worried. The only one Harper would be consenting with was him. He glanced over at her and that smattering of freckles across her nose was multiplying before his very eyes from the strong sun. But that just meant all the more to kiss later on.
As they walked through the pool area, Ryland studied everyone closely from behind his sunglasses, but he didn’t see Lester Tillman. The pool was a popular area and he was hoping they’d get lucky, but the man could be anywhere. The resort was huge and, for all they knew, he could still be in his room, sleeping off an eventful night of drinking and debauchery.
They found a couple of empty lounge chairs and while Ryland got comfortable, Harper pulled her coverup off and tossed it on her chair. He drew in a sharp breath.Christ.Swallowing hard, his unruly dick surged as she bent over and started digging through her bag.
“Sweetheart, please stand up,” he begged, voice pained.
“What’s wrong?” She turned and looked at him over her shoulder.
“That perfect ass of yours is going to be my undoing.”
“Oh!” Harper popped up, straightening with a smirk, and lifted her bottle of sunblock. “Would you mind?”
With a low grunt, Ryland sat up and made room for her to sit on his chair. “Are you trying to kill me?” He squeezed some lotion in his hand and began rubbing it on her back and shoulders. She smelled like vanilla and coconuts, and he couldn’t help himself. He leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to the back of her neck.
“People are watching,” she murmured.
“Then let’s give them a show. Gotta please the voyeurs.” He turned her face, tilted it up and plunged his tongue into her mouth, drinking deeply.
Chapter Sixteen
Just like she always did when he kissed her, Harper melted. He was demanding and thorough, yet she also knew he could switch it up and be incredibly tender. The man was still half a mystery to her, but Harper loved unraveling his layers as she got to know him better.
When they finally came up for air, he started dropping kisses on her nose and she laughed. “What’re you doing?”
“Kissing…your…freckles,” he told her, punctuating each word with another kiss.
“Oh, geez, I probably have a ton more from the sun,” she lamented.
“I love them.”
Love…Her stomach flipped, and she wondered what it would be like to hear him say he loved her.Cart before the horse,she scolded herself. If anything, she’d be the fool who would tell him first and make things awkward.
Ryland finished kissing her nose then sat back and pulled her tight between his legs. His arms wrapped around her and he clasped his hands together, laying them against her flat stomach. It seemed like he was sending out a clear message that could very easily be interpreted as “she’s mine.”
“Are you trying to scare off potential partners?” Harper chuckled and he tightened his grip.
“Fuck yeah, I am.”
“Any sign of Tillman?” she asked under her breath.
