Finally, I looked up, and all the air left my lungs in a swish.
Clad in white swim shorts, Kian closed the distance between us, granting me full view of his incredible body. Tan skin covered the six-pack abs that were making my mouth water. His shoulders were broad and his front was decorated with the perfect amount of chest hair.
I fully forgot to breathe.
He stopped at my feet and my heart pounded like I’d just run a marathon—not that I ever had, but it surely felt like this. A rush of heat shot to my lower belly, and I shifted uncomfortably.
His espresso eyes dipped to my breasts, and I swallowed.
He smiled, his gaze sparkling with amusement.
“Are you actually reading,” he said, his voice smooth, “or just pretending to?”
I smiled back sweetly, the way I did when a patient’s husband asked if Google would replace my medical degree.
“Depends,” I said, feeling my nipples harden against the fabric of my bathing suit. “Are you actually staring at my boobs, or just pretending to?”
He laughed, the sound making everything inside me melt. “Touché.”
Then I remembered I was on his private beach. “Do you need me to go?”
“No, I actually came to keep you company,” he said, taking a seat next to me. “Unless you’re set against it.”
I snorted. “Considering it’syourbeach, I wouldn’t dare. However, I would love some company. Traveling alone isn’t all it’s hyped up to be,” I admitted.
“Why not?”
I tilted my head pensively. “Well, it’s somewhat lonely. And I miss my job.”
“What do you do?”
“I’m a doctor.” I didn’t feel like expanding on it. “And what do you do?”
“A bit of this and that.”Well, that’s not vague at all.
I waited to see if he would elaborate, then continued when he didn’t. “Although, being in a foreign country with limited channels has its perks.”
“Oh yeah?” He seemed to be a man of few words and superb English, now that I thought about it. “Like what?”
“For starters, I find watching the news in Albanian quite refreshing. I have no clue what they are saying, so I don’t need to stress, wondering if the world is on fire.”
“Do you usually stress about that?”
“I guess so, when I watch the news. Which I actively avoid.”
For the love of God, were we making small talk? I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I did this, usually finding it pointless.
“How long have you been traveling?” he asked, closing his eyes as he tilted his face to the sun.
“About three months.”
I tried—really, I did—not to let my eyes roam his body, but it was an impossible feat. The man was built to be admired. Even the muscles on his legs were sexy, conjuring up all kinds of wildly inappropriate images in my mind.
Seriously, what’s happening to me?
“That’s a long time to be away from home,” he remarked without opening his eyes. “Running from a man or something else?”
Worse, his ex.The words were on the tip of my tongue.
