She bit her bottom lip. Now wasn’t the time to be elusive. “I was thinking how nice it’d be to lie on the beach.” She smiled at the thought. “And I wondered if you’d be there the next time I get to do that.”
“Hmm.” His low rumble vibrated her shoulder. “Well, for starters, I want to be wherever you are. I don’t prefer to sweat my bag off, but if I get to see you in a bikini while I do that, then I’m game.”
She giggled. “Such a sexy image.”
“You in a bikini or me sweating my bag off?”
“Both,” she said, then laughed.
He nuzzled her ear. “One for sure.”
She closed her eyes and rested her head back against his chest. He kissed her cheek, then dipped down to her neck. He’d made it clear when they spoke last night that he wanted sex when he returned. And she had no complaints about that.
His hand slid around her hip and found the waistband of her pants. Need throbbed between her legs. He pushed his hand down the front of her panties, touching her sex.
“I take it you got all the sleep you needed?” she asked.
“All the sleep I care to have right now. Damn, you’re so smooth.” He swept his fingers over her hood and her insides clenched.
“Atlas, you’re?—”
He plunged two fingers inside her.
“Ohmigod.” Staring out the window while his hand was down her pants was the most erotic, sexy thing she’d ever done.
He turned her head so she faced him and captured her lips with his mouth. Her breath came out hot and heavy, and his warm, masculine taste filled her to the brim. He nudged the insides of her knees open with his thigh, and she almost came as his fingers went deeper.
Heat singed her face, and she glanced frantically at the glass. “Umm.” Could someone see them? They were on the thirtieth floor, and all the buildings around them were lower—but she felt so naked even though she was fully clothed.
His gruff laugh brought her attention back to his face. “I don’t think anyone can see us. And if they can, I doubt they see where my hand is.”
She slapped his shoulder. “That’s not comforting!”
“All right.” He pulled his fingers from her and she mewled with annoyance. Snagging her hips, he turned her back to the window.
She stared up at him. God, he was so sexy. His gray T-shirt fit snugly. His scruff, which was a few shades darker than the hair on his head, was in need of trimming, but this only made him look more rugged.
His blue-green eyes, the colors rivaling the Gulf of Panama, shone playfully.
She held his forearms. “What’s with that devilish look?”
He dragged his palm over his face. “Well, I was debating if I wanted to make you mad or not.”
“Huh?”
He reached for her thighs and hiked her up so her legs wrapped around his waist. She folded her arms around his neck, warmth spreading through every inch of her.
His even white teeth gleamed in the sunlight. “I want to make love to you right here, but I think you’d prefer the bedroom.”
A blush crept its way up her neck. Make love. Those words wound around her heart. She’d cling to them forever—even if he hadn’t meant them. “I can’t say I’ve ever done anything scandalous in front of a window.”
“Mmm. Guess I should rectify that.” He lowered her to her feet, his hands on her ribcage. Lust stained his cheeks red.
Fire ignited inside her. Part of her wanted to tell him to march to the bedroom. The other part of her needed more—right here.
His hands went to her pants, and he slowly lowered them. Next, he caught her lace panties and shoved them down.
The heat of a thousand suns ignited her face. Her backside was exposed to the window in broad daylight. “Atlas. What are you doing?” She placed her palms on her face, hoping to cool the flames but only fanning them.”
