“You want to touch it?”
Even though his words sound casual, there’s an underlying edge to the tone of his voice. A rough kind of growl that, despite the heat, makes little goosebumps rise on my arms.
Feeling a little on the brazen side because, yup, that’s just how I roll, I don’t say a word.
Holding perfectly still, he watches as I slowly inch my way closer. My eyes flick from the pulse throbbing at his neck back to the tattoo on his pec. Drops of water cling to his skin, making the dark ink shine in the bright afternoon sun.
Tan, smooth skin gleams, shifting with every labored rise and fall of his chest.
When I’m less than an inch away, I lose my nerve. All I can do is look up into his hooded, heat-filled gaze.
“Well? What are you waiting for? he asks, voice gruff. Then he lowers it even further. “Go ahead. Touch it.”
Instead of doing what he says, I reach out and touch his arm. The muscle in his biceps twitches when my fingers, light as air, skim ever so slowly up to his shoulder.
A barely there low growl vibrates from deep inside his chest, and it almost makes me flinch away when I glance up to see his nostrils flare in response.
Tracing the line of his collarbone to the divot in his throat, I make my way down to the permanent picture embedded in his skin.
Eyes blazing, he holds perfectly still as I splay my hand over his pec, heartbeat wild beneath my palm.
“Tell me,” I whisper.
Muscles softening a bit when he blows out what sounds like a cleansing breath, I barely hear his softly murmured words.
“It’s you.”
His husky, needy rasp burrows itself deep into my throbbing core and my head jerks up in surprise.
“What do you mean, it’s me? It’s a su?—”
Then it hits me.
Sunshine.
This tattoo is... me?
Bolder than ever, I drag my hand down to his waist and step into him smashing my breasts against him. “You got this for me?”
He exhales a small, shaky breath and nods as his hands curl into fists.
Is he trying not to touch me?
I tilt my head up, daring him with my eyes. “What’s the matter, Ro? Cat got your tongue?”
“No, but it’s about to take yours.”
Grabbing both my wrists, he winds them behind my back, pushing me to the infinity edge and kisses me deeply. Greedily feasting on my mouth, he sucks on my tongue, nipping at my lips as if they’re the last key to his survival.
Wrenching myself free, I thread my hands into his wet hair, forcing him even closer.
“Fuck, Izzy,” he groans, water sloshing as he grips my ass and lifts me up, setting me on the edge. “You drive me so fucking crazy, you know that?”
The sudden move makes me gasp. But the sound is quickly swallowed by his hungry mouth as he claims my lips again.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I tug him against me.
Large hands slide up my stomach, fingers brushing the undersides of my breasts through the wet fabric of my bikini top before they cover them and squeeze. His thumbs circle my nipples through the thin fabric until they harden into tight peaks. I moan, arching into his touch as he tugs the triangles aside, leaving me bare to his gaze.
