Page 21 of The Wrong Move

He rolls onto his stomach. “Do you have any sunscreen?”

He knows I do as I am a stickler for being skin-smart, even with my olive complexion. I ruffle through my bag and then hand it to him.

“Could you apply it to my back?” he says. “It’s the one spot I missed.”

I inhale deeply, knowing I need to touch him.

Being with Byron is hard. Touching Byron is breaking all the rules. I squeeze the cream from the tube, and it makes a fart sound. Byron chuckles.

“You’re such a child.”

I smooth the cream over his muscled back, andoh my Lord, he feels so good. Soft yet firm. My hand almost bounces over the mounds of each muscle. It sends my thoughts crazy. I slide my hands down to the band of his shorts, and his tight ass clenches.

My gaze lingers as I imagine him without his boardshorts.

I bite my lip.

I circle up to his rounded shoulders and allow myself the pleasure of feeling his skin for a few more seconds until a quiet moan comes from him.

Shit. I need to stop. We’re in a public space.

“All done.” I wipe my hands on the towel and pull out a book to read. I position my hat and place a small pillow behind my head. I read the first few lines before he interrupts.

“What else do you have in that bag?”

“Not much.”

“Am I bad company?”

Is he kidding? Does he know how nervous I am? I need to distract myself.

“No. I thought you were closing your eyes for a bit. Did you train today?”

“The standard five a.m. training.”

“You still get up and practice on your own, even with all your other commitments?”

“Five days a week. And I’m not closing my eyes when I’m lying beside you.” He rolls onto his side. My skin heats with his gaze tracing over my every curve.

“I don’t mind, Byron. If you need to rest, I understand.”

His gaze fixes on me. With one finger, he lowers the book from my face. “I thought we could talk.”

“About what?”

“Us.”

“Us?” There is no us.

“I want to spend more time with you,” he says softly.

“I’d like that very much.” We hold each other’s gaze for a few seconds. “But I can’t get past why you’re suddenly interested in me. I’m too scared to look around because I know every girl here is looking at you and judging me. I’m uncomfortable, and IthoughtI buried those feelings a long time ago.”

He leans in close to my ear. “I don’t care about them. I want to be with you.”

“You could have anyone…” He grins, and I shake my head. “It’s not attractive to know it.”

“No. Butyouknow me, and girls never looked at me this way in school. I was the skinny, geeky guy. While I might like the attention, it doesn’t mean I’ll act on it. I’ve never had a girlfriend, and the one-nighters aren’t as regular as you might think.”

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