His eyes glimmer. The way he says it has a hint of concern mixed with flirtation. It’s dangerously hot.
“Come on.” He scoops me off the bed, my carry-on hanging from his arm. “Let’s head to the bathroom.”
“Wait. I want to change.”
He tilts me so I can grab my pajamas, then carries me from the room.
“Don’t even offer to help me change.”
He strides into the bathroom, lowers the toilet lid, and sets me on it.“Damn,” he smirks. “I was just getting ready to ask.”
I hit him with my pajamas, and he chuckles.
“Okay.” He sets the bag beside me. “Just tell me where you want everything.”
I spot a small pack of tampons... then freeze. My eyes widen.
Shit. I forgot I put that in there.
His gaze follows mine to the zippered pouch.
I reach for it, but he’s quicker.
“What’s this?” His eyes are on mine, a challenge in them.
“Give that to me.”
He pulls it out of my reach and stands.
“No. Don’t open?—”
Too late.
He raises his brows, then looks up at me.
Horrified, I watch as he lifts it from the bag. “A vibrator, huh?” He’s so smug, I want to smack him. And would, if I were closer.
“Do you have one, too?” I blink up at him innocently.
He chuckles. “No, sweetheart. No need for one.” He turns it in his hand, studying it. “That’s awfully small.”
I snort. “Really?”
He shrugs.
Don’t say it.
“How do you know? You measure it against yourself?”
Fuck. I said it.
“No need. At a glance, I know I’m way bigger.”
I try not to imagine what he looks like. I’ve felt his hardness against me when we kissed in Vegas and Key West.
But we’ve never fooled around.
The memory of Key West surfaces. If the hurricane hadn’t hit, we probably would’ve done a lot more than fool around that night.
