"What?" He laughed as he grabbed for the hem of his shirt.
"Hey," she grabbed the hem too and tried to push it down. "Hands off."
"Really, honey?"
He let go of the soft cotton fabric and she fell back against the covers.
"Hey!" She gave him a pointed look. "Some warning would be nice."
Vince shrugged. "You said to get my hands off."
She grinned at him, color rising in her cheeks. "True."
"So, I listened." He shrugged. "I'm trying to be a good guy here."
"Good?" She laughed and scrambled to get up on her knees in the center of the bed. "You're the best!"
Yeah, he liked hearing that.
She could see it in his smile and the spark in his eyes.
"I thought you liked it when I wore your clothes." She tried to sound innocent, but she could tell it didn't work.
"I like you in my clothes, but, honey, you know I was planning on taking that with me. And I won't have time to wash it now."
"Well," she lifted the hem of the shirt a scant inch, "I know you were planning to bring it just to stick it to Cam."
He shrugged. "Can you blame me?"
He cast a look over his shoulder to the oversized stuffed bulldog in the corner of their bedroom with the neon pink MARINE t-shirt on it. "Well, your brother sent us that stuffed abomination over there."
"What?" She laughed, "Chesty?" Cora lifted the hem a few more inches. "He's adorable!"
"It's the Marine mascot, honey. Do you have any idea how obnoxious that is?"
Cora lifted the hem of the shirt up and over her head. When it was completely off, she threw it at Vince and hit him square in the chest.
He didn't seem to notice.
His gaze was fixed on her almost bare chest.
She'd found a lace demi-cup bra that she'd intended to pack for the trip, but on a whim, she'd put it on. Getting ready to head back to Hawaii had gotten her thinking about their first time in the state together.
And the day when they'd burned like lobsters.
"I've got aftersun lotion pre-ordered in my Instacart," she joked with him, "but I think we should get in some practice before we get there."
"Practice, honey?"
She shrugged. "Training if you want to call it that."
"Training to burn?"
She rolled her eyes at him. "Practice putting on lotion," she suggested, "because practice makes perfect."
Vince got onto his knees at the edge of the bed and moved a little closer. "We've had plenty of practice getting our hands on each other, baby."
His voice was deeper, his eyes darker, and when he moved, lunging at her, he took her down onto the mattress and she loved it.