Page 63 of Bargain with the Bachelor
He drew me close, and now the scent of him was all around me, fresh and intoxicating and warm, like him.
“Better?” he murmured, his breath tickling my cheek.
I nodded, feeling a bit like I was in a dream. As we pulled apart slightly, our gazes connected.
Hunter’s was filled with fiery intensity, tiny rushlights springing to life behind the extraordinary blue irises. My breath caught then picked up pace, moving in and out of my lungs in shallow streams.
And then he kissed me, and there was no dream that could match it.
Hunter’s hands slid from my back to my sides, clenching the heavy fabric of my sweater desperately as his lips moved over mine in ways that had my mind racing and my body pulsing with an energy I’d never felt before.
From the way he was breathing and the tension in his hands and body, I could tell he felt it too.
Nothing had ever been better than this, being wanted by Hunter Bestia.
“Do you want to go in?” he murmured against my lips.
“In the ocean?” I asked through a fog of lust. At this point if he’d suggested wading into a swamp teeming with starving gators, I’d have probably gone for it.
“No.” A chuckle from Hunter. “In the hot tub. It’s a balmy hundred and two degrees as opposed to the ocean, which is about thirty-nine right now.”
Bathing in a hot tub on a luxury yacht under the stars—with Hunter—sounded amazing. But I wasn’t sure I wasquiteready to go au natural al fresco with him yet.
“Are you suggesting we... skinny dip?”
He grinned widely. “Hey, if you’re up for it, you won’t hear any argument from me. But... therearesome brand new swimsuits in the cabana.”
He nodded toward the enclosure off to one side of the pool deck. “I think they’ll fit you.”
Letting out a sigh of relief, I practically skipped over to the cabana, pulled back the curtain, and peered in. A sizable shopping bag with a familiar logo sat on the teak bench inside.
I looked back at him. “Hunter? What did you do? You went shopping at Saltwater Style? That’s my favorite shop.”
Grinning, he lifted his shoulders and let them fall in ano big dealshrug. “I ordered over the phone, and the owner Chelle delivered the stuff here. Jack actually suggested the shop for me—said he ordered a bunch of stuff for Bonnie from there when she became his ‘unexpected houseguest’ and had nothing to wear. Go ahead, try them on. I’ll meet you in the water.”
He started unbuttoning his shirt, which gave me all the motivation I needed to hurry.
Thatbody? In a hot tub? Yes ma’am, thank you please.
Closing the cabana curtain behind me, I reached into the bag and pulled out an array of swimwear. All of it red.
Though the tags said they were my size, none of the suits seemed to consist of much fabric.
I peeked through the curtain opening. Hunter was in a pair of trunks, stepping into the bubbling water.
“What kind of swimsuits did you tell Chelle to send over?” I asked suspiciously.
“Nice ones,” he said. “And I told her you look incredible in red.”
Okay then. I could do this. One of these was bound to fit and not be completely embarrassing to wear.
As I tried them on, each one seemed skimpier than the last. Finally, I settled on an apple-red bikini. Evaluating the fit in the mirror, I decided it offered the most coverage of the lot—which wasn’t saying much.
The triangle top adequately covered the centers of my breasts, though it left plenty of side cleavage exposed—on both sides. The bottom half of the suit consisted of a tiny panel of red fabric that barely covered my bikini zone in the front.
When I turned around to check the back view, I literally gasped.
Oh dear God.
