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Maybe I’d ask her when she came back if I looked ridiculous, since the fitting room had started to clear out.

But the longer she took, the antsier I got. Was I making Jason wait too long? I examined my body in the mirror from all angles. I was either a smoke show or a smoking pile of crap.

Footsteps, and a soft knock on my door. “Rose?” Jason asked. “Find something you like?”

I slipped the cover-up on and opened the door a crack. “Don’t gloat, but I’m wearing the bikini, and I think it’s not half bad? But I was waiting to get the salesgirl’s opinion.”

“I can give youmyopinion,” he grinned, dimples locked and loaded on my hormones.

“Okay,” I huffed, only agreeing because my mom treated me to a wax appointment a few days ago. “But you have to be honest. None of your smooth-talking bullshit, okay?”

“Promise,” he said.

As he popped his straw in his mouth to take a sip, I stepped back and swept off the cover up.

He eyed me from top to bottom and back again, then choked on his drink, coughing, leaning over coughing, turning red-faced.

I clenched the cover-up in my fist between my breasts. “Oh my God, are you okay?”

“I’m finecough cough.I just…” he cleared his throat. “Goddamn. We’re getting the cover-up too, because if you cross the street in that you’re gonna cause some car accidents.”

My heart and my shoulders slumped. “Because I look like a train wreck. I knew it.”

He leaned in suddenly, his breath warm on my ear. “No, because you look like a goddess.”

He smiled as he pulled away and left, and a waterfall of shivers went down my body.

Chapter 8

Lucky Blood Orange

Rose

The beach near the condo was fairly deserted. The sand was clean, the late afternoon was warm and beautiful, and the moment we set our stuff down in a good spot, Jason whipped his shirt off, turning the heads of the few people who were already on the beach.

He opened both chaises and set them under the umbrella. “Hey…would you mind putting sunblock on my back?”

“Sure.” Taking the bottle from him, I poured some into my palms and started rubbing his hard, muscled shoulders. A girl could get addicted to touching skin this warm and smooth. I wanted to rub my whole naked body against it like a cat. I took my time to be sure every spot of his back was covered, from his shoulder blades, down his long spine, along his back and sides. Down his lower back and along the low-slung waistband of his shorts where my fingers caught an upper-butt curve.

I stuck my head around his arm and smiled. “Need me to get your chest?”

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “Please.”

I was just teasing him, but damn, okay. I circled to his front and poured more lotion into my hands, giving him back the bottle. From his shoulders, I moved down his pecs and swept my hands across his nipples and his sides.

I put my palm up. “Lotion me.”

He swallowed hard and poured a hefty amount into my hand.

“So, what are you going to do on the beach?” I rubbed my hands together then smoothed it down his washboard abs. Standing so close, gliding my hands along his skin…ugh, this pleasure ache was making it hard to stand.

“Uh, not much.” A muscle worked in his jaw as his gaze tracked my every moment, my hand moving lower and lower down his torso. Finally, my fingers grazed that sacred space between his belly button and the top of his shorts. I held his gaze as I rubbed his lower belly all the way down to his waistband. His nipples pebbled, and goosebumps broke out all along his skin. I smirked and finished up by running my fingertipsjust insidepart of his waistband before smiling sweetly at him.

“Will you get my back?” I turned around and shrugged off my coverup, revealing the pink bikini. Which I’d worn for horny reasons.

It took him two tries to get his words out. “Of course.”

I smiled to myself and lifted my hair into a handheld bun. His big, slightly rough hands landed on my shoulders, rubbing the slick lotion in broad, circular strokes down my back. I shut my eyes to soak in the pleasure, not trusting myself to speak. One hand settled on the curve of my waist and grasped my hip, fingers digging in to hold me still as his other hand rocked me forward with every rhythmic stroke against my skin.

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