His hand slid down again. His fingers were much better at sweet-talking than he’d ever been. They knew exactly how Bea liked to be touched, what could persuade her.
He lifted her leg back slightly, over his hip. He kissed her shoulder. “Are you sore?”
“Yes,” Bea said.
“Can you give me one more, baby? Last one,” he promised.
“I can’t.” She turned, dark eyes meeting his. “You’ll have to take it.”
Rafael didn’t wait for a second invitation. He fitted himself close and pressed in. She made a noise she would deny outside this room.
“Yes,” he said, rough with satisfaction. “That sound. Every time.”
And then he took her at her word, and made the morning his.
They’d found a fishing village and a stretch of sand so white it looked invented.
Bea hurried down into their room to change, flipped open her suitcase, and froze. Not a single one of her usual swimsuits. Nothing sensible or modest.
Only bikinis.Tiny ones.
She held up the smallest scrap of red fabric. Lips pursed, she marched back up the stairs. “Rafael.”
From his lounge chair he glanced up. Sunglasses, bare chest, Negroni. “Hmm?”
“What are these?”
His lips twitched; he sipped. “Made some edits.”
She held up the top. It barely covered her palm. “This is…” She searched for words but came up blank. “I’ve seen bigger Band-Aids. I can’t wear this.”
One muscular arm went behind his head. “What if I ask nicely?”
“I’d ask where my one-piece suits went.”
“What if I askverynicely?”
That voice. Velvet-soft and beckoning her to play.
Focus, Bea. Do not get turned on. You haven’t even touched land in the damn Mediterranean yet. This honeymoon is currently veering toward experiences that cannot legally appear in a photo album.
“We’re going ashore.”
“Are we?” he asked, mild as anything.
“Yes.”
His smile was devious. “Give me a show first, and I’ll personally row the boat.”
She let out a short laugh. “You’re insufferable.”
“I’m insatiable. It’s different.” He smiled lazily. “Put it on, baby. Let me see.”
Heat climbed straight up her neck. Bea turned before he could enjoy it too much and disappeared back downstairs, the red bikini dangling like a trap she already knew she’d walk into.
It made no sense, the hesitation. He’d seen her in less. Touched her everywhere. But this was different. There wouldn’t be any walls, only a fresh breeze on skin that had never met daylight.
When she finally emerged again, her fists were at her sides, her skin flushed in places no one ever saw. “This was a setup.”
