“Are you going to marry Lee Lee?”
I choke on my saliva in response to her unexpected question. Millie and her mother watch me, their eyes scorching me.
Once I’ve collected my wits, I lean in and whisper in Bea’sear. When I pull away, she grins and presses her pointer finger to her lips in silent confirmation that she’ll keep my surprise.
On the short walk over to our cabin, Millie asks, “What did you tell her?”
I drape an arm over her shoulders and tug her into my side. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”
We find Kane passed out face-first in his bed, still fully dressed. Once I’ve plugged in his phone on his nightstand, I close his door and head to the bathroom, where Millie is brushing her teeth, her brow furrowed and her shoulders sagging.
My chest pinches at the sight of her. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m way too tired to have sex,” she mumbles around her toothbrush.
The tension behind my rib cage eases as I step up beside her. “Oh, okay.”
“Sorry.” She spits into the sink, then wipes her mouth, keeping her gaze averted. “I feel bad. I promised you earlier, but?—”
“Amelia.” I lift her chin with my thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at me. “Don’t ever feel bad about listening to your body. It’s really okay.” I rub her arms. “We can be intimate in other ways. Why don’t I draw you a bath?”
She leans in for a hug. “I’d like that,” she says into my chest.
We soak without saying a word for the first several minutes, the spa music playing from my phone the only sound.
“Can I wash your hair?” Millie asks, turning to face me. The move causes bubbles to slide down her flushed chest, drawing my attention to her half-hidden nipples.
“But I washed it before dinner.”
“Please?”
Damn. It looks like the puppy dog face Bea is so good at wielding is hereditary. That look is all it takes to convince me to pass over the shampoo bottle.
While she squirts a dollop into her pruny palm, I wet my hair. With my legs spread wide and my knees bent, I make room for her to kneel between them. Her face is inches from mine. I can practically taste the mint on her breath as her fingers make contact with my scalp and goose bumps erupt along my arms.
I sigh into her touch and close my eyes, breathing in the scent of eucalyptus and tea tree oil while she lathers my curls.
“How long have you had a beard?” she asks.
“Most of my adult life, why? Do you want me to shave it?”
“No.” She rubs at my jaw, a lazy smile pulling at her lips. “I like the feel of it between my legs too much.”
My cock twitches at the image her words create in my mind. “I thought you said you were tired.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t flirt.”
“Hmph.” I shut my eyes again and savor the sensations as she massages behind my ears and at my nape.
“I love when you moan,” she whispers.
I crack an eye open. “I didn’t realize I did.”
The soft sparkle in her eyes has me curious about where this is going.
“Again, I thought you said you were tired.”
“I am,” she yawns. “Sorry.”
