“Which room do you want?” he asked after we’d hauled in the last load of our stuff.
I moved deeper into the cabin and peeked into each. They were roughly the same size, but one seemed to have more spacearound the bed, which I was sure Liam would appreciate with that big body of his. Ultimately, I pointed to the slightly smaller one and grabbed one of my bags, hauling it in and dropping it on the bed.
Liam followed me in with my other luggage then disappeared to settle in his room.
After changing my shirt and swiping on some deodorant, I walked back into the shared space to find Liam standing there waiting for me with his hands on his hips.
“You gave me the bigger one,” he said.
Slinging my purse over my shoulder, I breezed past him and back outside, blowing him a kiss along the way.
“The big boy gets the bigger room,” I shrugged. “It’s science.”
Though I couldn’t be sure, he grumbled something lowly that sounded an awful lot like, “I’ll show you a big boy.”
Nope. I wasn’t going within a hundred miles ofthat.
Later, after stocking up on groceries, we found ourselves at the pool. According to Liam, the campground was booked solid, but only a few souls had ventured out to swim. It was still the first week of May, but whereas back home it was chilly, the weather here was in the low seventies, the sun hot enough to make laying out poolside comfortable.
I took that as an opportunity to work on my tan. The problem with dating an aspiring musician was that he spent a lot of time inside, and his controlling nature meant I was always with him. My naturally olive skin had washed out and faded to a creamy shade, and I was desperate for some color once again.
I always felt better with a tan, and it made my tattoos look even better.
Liam, meanwhile, took the chance to actually get in the pool, diving under with a splash and surfacing moments later, wiping away the water dripping out of his hair and down his face.
I was grateful my sunglasses hid my eyes and allowed me to ogle him in peace.
Although, he seemed to have this sixth sense about me, and even from fifty or so feet apart, I swore I saw the corner of his full mouth kick up in a smirk.
The man was gorgeous in any situation, but in nothing but board shorts, water sluicing down his heavily inked and muscled skin?
He was damn near godlike.
In the darkness the night before, I hadn’t been able to fully appreciate his tattoos, and in the light of day, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The ones on his chest and abdomen were even more beautiful now, especially the floral piece that dominated his right shoulder and deltoid. The colors were vibrant against his skin, the flowers incredibly lifelike. Then there were the thigh tats which, especially paired with his shorter swim trunks, had always been a weakness of mine. One leg had words scrawled across it that I couldn’t read from here, the other a detailed lion’s head with a set of roman numerals above and below it.
And when he turned around? Snakes started at the base of his spine, dipping just below the waistband of his shorts, and coiled upward, twining around each other until the massive cobra heads rested on his shoulder blades. I wanted to trace them with my fingers—and my tongue.
His chest was lightly dusted with dark hair that disappeared before the trail picked up again below his belly button anddisappeared into the waistband of his shorts. I imagined running my mouth over his lower abdomen, following that line of hair and tasting the surprise that waited for me at the end.
And thanks to the way his bright blue shorts suctioned to his body when he rose out of the water like a goddamn tattooed Poseidon, not to mention the boner pressing into my stomach this morning, I knew exactly how big he was.
Long and thick.
Would likely break me in half.
I’d probably thank him for it—and beg for more.
At least I’d go happily. Because a man with hands like his and a cock like that? He knew what to do with them.
Peals of laughter snapped me out of my haze, and I came back to myself in time to watch a group of five little girls—all blonde and gangly-limbed—tossing themselves into the water, their towels and shoes carelessly abandoned on the deck.
“Be careful!” a woman who could only be their mother called after them as she selected a round table in the corner, dropped an oversized bag on the chair, then reclined in one of the chaise lounges nearby.
Liam stood at the edge of the pool, a speculative look on his face as he watched the girls splash around the deep end.
And then he did the last thing I expected him to.
With a wink over his shoulder at me and a finger to his lips urging me to be quiet, he slipped back into the water unnoticed, inhaled deeply, and disappeared under the surface.
