The desire to run up to my office, so I could grab my phone and take a picture of him was strong. I’d print that photo in all the brochures, and the profits would triple, everyone hoping to see a man like that at our hotel beach.
“You’re going to give some poor housewife a heart attack, walking around like that,” I teased before sitting under the colorful umbrella on the blanket by the food he’d brought.
His smile grew as he looked around at the beachgoers and started putting on a show, dancing like something out ofMagic Mike.
“Oh my God, stop. You really are going to kill someone with those hips.” I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt, my hands reaching up to motion for him to cease sexy fire on hearts of the poor souls of this beach.
“My hips say dancing is sexy, and those hips don’t lie,” he joked and plopped down beside me, water droplets hitting me as he fell.
“What are you, a dog? You’re getting me all wet.”
“I like it when you’re wet.” He smirked and leaned in to teasingly kiss me.
I liked it when I was, too, and if his lips kept moving like I was his sweet dessert, we’d have to leave the beach or end up arrested for indecent exposure.
Thankfully, he pulled back and started digging into the basket. Pulling out fruit, cheeses, and little sandwiches while I stared as his ocean-coated muscles flexed with every movement.
“Now, we need to talk about the fact that you said you’re falling in love with me. Is that truly how you feel?”
My eyes left his body and collided with his curious stare.
Not wanting to lie or hide behind my feelings, I nodded.
