Watch the water?
I drop down onto the nearest sun lounger, facing away from the bathroom and stare out to sea.
Jax pauses for a moment, and I wonder if he’s about to say something. I look up, but he’s already turning away and walking inside.
CHAPTER 28
JAX
Irest my palms against the shower wall and drop my head forward.
What the hell just happened?
My body is still pulsing from the feel of her semi-naked body pressed against mine, not to mention the memory of my hands on her skin, rubbing in the sunscreen, or her hands sliding over my back. My cheek still throbs where I was forced to bite down hard, to stop myself groaning.
I take my time showering, pulling myself back into the here and now, all I can think about is Kat, sitting stretched out on the sun lounger in next to no clothing. Her silky smooth skin, her tight ass, her endless, toned legs.
I moan, sinking my head under the spray.
When I’m done, I turn to the window. She’s still sitting with her back to me. I sigh and pull on my clothes.
“All yours,” I say through the open door.
She swings her legs onto the floor and stands up. My gaze travels up her legs to perfectly toned thighs. My eyes travel higher over her flat stomach to her pert breasts. I swallow before my eyes meet hers. She’s stopped. Her cheeks flushed, her breathing uneven.
“I won’t be long,” she says, squeezing past me.
“No rush,” I say.
She pauses, but obviously thinks better of whatever she’s going to say.
“As I said, I won’t be long.”
I continue into our bedroom.Our bedroom.
I’ve got used to the sound of her gentle breathing over the past couple of nights, how the bed dips when she turns over despite the wall of pillows between us.
Today was a turning point. Something changed between us. What that means going forward, I don’t know. But when she talked about hiring a male escort, I stopped myself from growling. A bitter taste rises in my mouth at the thought of someone, anyone touching her.
Kat reappears in record time, her hand at her ear as she clips in her diamond earrings.
“Ready?” I ask
“Absolutely. I’m starving.”
She smiles, and I return it with one of my own. She’s been smiling a lot more recently.
I move to the door and hold it open for her. She steps through.
I offer her my arm automatically. She catches my gaze, sliding her hand through mine, her touch electrifying.
We continue in silence.
Kat stops, looking down at the reef sharks that frequent the jetty at this time of night.
They twist and turn, swimming over and under one another.
An audience of guests has formed.
