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He chuckles as he scoops some potatoes onto my plate and pours a little bit of gravy over the top before grabbing the mac and cheese. Once he plops the biscuit next to everything else, I set my plate back down and take one of the beers from him.

“Sorry it’s so small,” he says, glancing around as he finishes loading up his plate. “It was all I could find at the last minute. Apparently whoever originally rented this place out for the next five days cancelled last night.”

I shake my head as I look up at the little cottage. “I think it’s perfect. We have everything we need and if this trip is about us reconnecting, I wouldn’t want to be in a hotel or some big house with tons of neighbors around.”

“Yeah?” he asks, his lips twitching with a hidden grin as he arches a brow. “There something specific you need privacy for, Pip?”

“Maybe… I’ve kind of always wanted to have sex in a pool,” I say, my gaze flicking to the pool next to us and he sucks in a breath as his gaze drops down to my chest and he licks his lips. Goddamn, the man is going to kill me. He grabs his fork and nods to my plate.

“You better hurry up and eat.”

I lean back in my seat and cross my arms over my chest. “Oh? And why is that?”

“Because you started talking about getting fucked in that pool and now my cock is hard as a rock.”

“Oh,” I whisper, a shiver working its way down my spine as my eyes flick to the pool before snapping back to him. His hazel eyes are molten, staring at me like a man possessed and my hand shakes as I lean forward and grab my fork but nothing on my plate looks good anymore. Without a word, he stands up and walks over to me.

“Wyatt!” I scream as he lifts my chair up with me still in it and carries me over next to his chair before setting me down again. I watch him as he goes back around the table, grabs my plate, and sets it down in front of me before returning to his chair. “What was that for?”

He grabs my hand, laces his fingers through mine, and lifts it to his lips, pressing a kiss against my skin. “You were too far away.”

“Across this tiny ass table?” I ask and he just shrugs.

“I don’t make the rules, baby.”

“I see,” I whisper as I reach over and press my hand against his chest. “And what if I don’t feel like eating anymore?”

He glances over at me and grins. “You’re going to need your energy.”

“You’re talkin’ a big game, Landry.”

“Try me,” he growls, tucking his finger under my chin and turning me to him before slamming his lips down on mine. His kiss is demanding, full of need and I whimper as I wrap one arm around his neck and straddle his lap. Fingertips dig into my back as he groans and trails kisses down my neck.

“Wyatt.”

“Fuck it,” he snaps, lifting me out of his lap and setting me back in my chair. “You don’t move. I’m gonna go put these plates in the fridge and we can eat afterward.”

I nod, the air punching out of my lungs as I cross my legs and watch him pick up our dishes and walk into the house. As soon as he’s gone, I glance in both directions before stripping my shirt over my head. Thank God, we both decided to wear our swimming suits in the car or the few neighbors we have on this vacation would be getting a full-on show. Standing up, I bend over and shove my shorts down my legs as the screen door creaks behind me.

“Goddamn,” he breathes as I stand up, kicking my shorts off as I peek over my shoulder at him. His lips part and his tongue darts out, trailing along his bottom lip in a way that makes me imagine it trailing up my body and I shudder as a grin stretches across my face as I take a step toward the pool.

“Come and get me.”

He starts toward me, yanking his shirt over his head as he goes and I squeal and take off running for the pool. When I reach the edge, I plop down on my butt and slide in before kicking away from the wall and moving to the middle of the pool. There is a huge splash as he jumps in after me and I spin around to watch him. When he surfaces again, he brushes his hair back and stares me down like he wants to devour me. My belly twists with need and I smile as I kick my feet, still swimming away from him but he’s gaining on me quickly.

“Where are you going, sweetheart?”

I cock my head to the side. “I told you to catch me. Did you think I was kidding?”

He growls and dives under the water in my direction and I dart to the side to try and escape but he wraps his hand around my ankle and drags me back to him as he pops out of the water and flashes me a hungry smile.

“Gotcha.”

“Oh, no,” I whisper with mock shock and fear, shaking my head as I flash him wide, damsel in distress eyes. “What will I do now?”

He drags his hand down the side of my body, leaving a trail of heat as he goes that contrasts with the cold water and I gasp as he grabs my thigh and lifts it to his hip, his fingers digging into my skin. “I can think of a few things.”

“Yeah? Like what?”