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Easy for him to say. How could she relax when he was stroking her flesh, his strong hands splaying over her back, her defences unraveling as fast as her muscles unwound?
His fingers kept snagging the knot of her bikini bra, though she didn’t dare suggest he undo it, for that would beherfinal undoing. She may be immune to his charms, but her long neglected body, was enjoying this way too much.
“Why don’t you turn over and I’ll do your front too?”
Just like that, her muscles twanged back to tense. The thought of him rubbing her stomach sent heat surging to her cheeks.
“Not a good idea.” She flipped onto her back and held out her hand for the tube.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m perfectly capable of rubbing lotion onto my tummy.”
His eyes glittered and she shivered at their taunting glint. “But where’s the fun in that?”
Her skin tingled some more and she itched behind her ear. “Give me the tube.”
He held it overhead and waved it around. “Only if you ask nicely.”
Clenching her jaw, she stuck her hand under his nose. “Please.”
He chuckled and dropped the tube into her palm. “Actually, it’ll probably be just as much fun watching you do it.”
“Pervert.”
“Just interested. But you already know that.”
His low, suggestive tone had her squeezing too much lotion into her palm and, rather than taking her time to ensure she didn’t miss any spots, she slapped the stuff onto her belly and did a few half-hearted circles before leaping from the sand.
“Right. Hope that water’s warm.”
“It’s perfect.” His heated gaze slid over her before meeting hers and she bit the inside of her lip to stop it quivering. He totally unnerved her, from his roguish smile to the devilish glint in his eyes.
He was toying with her, she knew it, but with every compliment she let her guard down a tad more. She wanted to believe him, wanted to believe he thought she was perfect. But she wasn’t a fool, not any more. Objectively, how could he find less-than-a-handful breasts—another Jax-ism she hated—no waist to speak, of and thighs with the first hint of dimples, perfect?
“You’re expression has turned, which means it’s time to play, so let’s swim. Race you there?” He flung the words over his shoulder and took off, tearing across the hot sand before she could move, and by the time she caught up he’d dived into the water.
“Not fair. You’ve got longer legs.”
“Nothing wrong with your legs from what I can see.”
Rolling her eyes, she waded into the cerulean lagoon, sighing at the blissful tepidity of the water. “If you stop laying on the charm so thick for a few minutes, I might actually enjoy this swim.”
He pushed her head under water in response.
She sputtered and spit saltwater as she surfaced, clawing him, trying to return the favor, only to have him slip out of her grip. “You’re in trouble, Sailor Boy.”
They tumbled in the water for the next few minutes, arms and legs flailing wildly, laughing so hard she got a cramp.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had this much fun. Her long work hours weren’t conducive to play and when she went to the beach on the weekend she swam for exercise rather than leisure.
When they finally emerged from the water, she clutched her side. “You’ve given me a stitch.”
“Good. I’ve never seen you laugh like that.” He caressed her cheek, a brief, fleeting touch that had her fingers digging painfully into her side to stop from reaching up and pressing her palm to the skin he just had.
“That’s because you’re not that funny.”
“Ouch.” He clutched his heart in mock outrage and she chuckled.
