Page 61 of The All-Inclusive

“Yeah?”

“Will you tell me something?”

“Yeah.” He sounds a bit wary, but nods. “Sure.”

“Did you like hooking up with Scott Heath?”

He doesn’t respond right away. He takes a few breaths, like he’s preparing to plunge into the sea. “Yeah,” he says roughly, so quiet I almost don’t hear him. “I did.”

For some reason that feels like a triumph. Like a big fucking bombshell he’s dropped on this beach. Might as well dive into the sea. “Did you like kissing me?”

When he doesn’t respond, I feel like a dick. I pushed him too hard, too quickly, too soon after it happened.

Then his gaze snaps to mine and my blood starts to thicken. Those weird golden eyes stare deep in my soul and I swear I forget how to breathe.

“I fucking loved it.”

Something uncoils in my chest. “So did I.”

“Fuck.” He sounds less dejected this time. “Woulda been better if I hated it. This was my chance to get it out of my system.”

“Didn’t work that way, huh?”

“Nope.” One edge of his mouth quirks. “Guess I get it now, why you’re such a hot ticket in the app.”

I chuckle and anchor my heels in the sand. “You’ve barely glimpsed what I’m capable of.” That sounds cocky, but it’s true. “I take pride in my work.”

“Clearly.” He’s quiet a moment. “You ever get tired of it?”

“Being a consort?” I start to say no, then stop myself. “If you’d asked me a week ago, I’d have laughed in your face. Get tired of having sex with beautiful, eager women and being paid insanely well for that pleasure? Get real.”

“Sounds like a rough life.”

“Yeah, well…” I chuckle again. “It has its perks.”

“Did something change?”

How honest should I be here? “Ever since you and Sara showed up, I’ve felt restless. Not in a bad way. Just—thinking more about the future.”

“Funny.” Trent’s chuckle is dry and self-deprecating. “Ever since I showed up here, I’ve been thinking of everythingbutthe future.”

“We all have our journey.” When his gaze shifts to mine, I decide to press my luck. “If you’re not thinking about the future, what are you thinking about?”

He looks at my face a long time. When his eyes drop to my mouth, I know I’ve got him.

“Kissing you again,” he says softly. “Maybe more than just kissing.”

Heat swells inside me as I study his face to make sure I didn’t misread him. Invitation sparks in those strange golden eyes, and I fucking accept.

“Then let’s do it.” It’s my turn to move first. I go slowly at first, almost afraid that I’ll scare him away.

When our mouths touch this time, we’re both braced for it. But even expecting this sharp, sudden contact, I’m not prepared for the spark. For the contrast of softness and steel, the slide of his hand at the back of my neck.

Trent’s tongue sweeps mine and I stifle a moan. His skin is still wet as my hands drag the granitelike planes of his back. He’s muscle and sinew, fire and salt and heat. We kiss for a long fucking time, like there’s no place on Earth we need to be.

Things spiral from there, which shouldn’t surprise me. The kiss grows more urgent and needy. He snatches my shirt in a fist, shoving it up to the top of my pecs. A feral growl builds in his throat, vibrating the spot where I’m kissing him now. His palm skates my chest, exploring this new exposed flesh. I grab hold of his ass, squeezing so hard he’ll probably have bruises tomorrow.

Trent does me one better, bumping a hand down my abs to grab hold of my cock through my clothes. He’s stroking me roughly, and for the first time in ages, there’s a risk I might come in my shorts.

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