Page 73 of Bred By the Sheikh

“What thing?”

“Trying to decide whether you should hide from me.”

“I’m not hiding.”

“No, you’re not.”

I traced the edge of the fabric.

“You stopped yourself.”

She held my gaze.

“I’m working on it.”

“That’s all I want.”

Her brows lifted.

“You’re not giving me a speech?”

“Not this time.”

“No explanation about how I’m objectively wrong?”

“You’re allowed to feel whatever you feel.”

My palm settled over her hip.

“But I’m going to keep wanting this.”

Her breath changed.

I slid my hand over the soft curve of her stomach.

“And this.”

Then I moved my hand around to the fullness of her ass.

“And definitely this.”

Chrissy laughed, but it came out breathless.

“That last one sounded less therapeutic.”

“I’m not trying to be therapeutic.”

“Good.”

I bent and kissed her.

She came against me immediately.

The swimsuit between us did very little to disguise what her body did to mine.

Her hands slid over my shoulders.

I kissed her until she was breathing hard, then made myself step back.