Of course it was.
I tugged at it, moving my hips to force it free, but it did nothing, and the more I moved, the more I felt Asher’s cock stiffening through his swim trunks.
“My top is caught on something,” I said to him. “Do you see what it is?”
“You’re kind of blocking my entire view…”
“Do you have scissors on here?”
“I do.” He smirked. “Whenever you decide to get up and stop teasing me, you can grab them from the toolbox over there.”
“You think I’m doing this on purpose?” I tried to yank myself free again, but it was to no avail. “Like I planned to get stuck on you?”
“Stop fighting it,” he said, voice lower now. “You’re making it worse.”
“I’m not?—”
“You are.” His hands slid to my hips, steadying me. “Relax.”
I took a breath.
Didn’t move. Didn’t argue.
His gaze dropped.
Not briefly. Not accidentally.
He looked at me like he’d been waiting for this moment longer than he should have.
“Still going to pretend you don’t want this?” he murmured.
I didn’t answer.
My silence said everything.
I pressed my hand over his eyes. Then I pulled the right side of my bikini toward my head.
The string caught again.
“Just take off the damn top, Katie,” he said.
“In front of you?”
“Yes.” He smiled. “I can assure you I’ve seen tits before.”
“Not mine…” I wobbled as a wave crashed against our boat. “Close your eyes.”
“No.”
“Well, then we’ll just stay here like this until you do.”
“Only one of us has a problem with that.” He grinned. “I’ll wait.”
Ugh…
I pulled again, and the fabric shifted.
My right breast slipped free.
