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Crap!Any makeup I’d put on earlier was long gone, but if he still thought I looked gorgeous, I could hardly refuse.
The truth was, I’d have him AirDrop that photo to me later because I wanted every picture of the two us here that I could get.
We weren’t talking about the future, and I wanted to conserve every single memory of our time together.
I smiled and he clicked the photo.
“Happy now?” I teased as he shoved the phone back into his pocket.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against his massive body. “I am now,” he said huskily as he tightened his arms around me.
I put my arms around his neck, both of us completely ignoring the other people who were enjoying the views with us.
“I probably stink,” I warned him. “I’m still sweaty.”
He leaned down until his lips were close to my ear. “As I recall, we both liked to be hot and sweaty together. Neither one of us ever complained.”
I suddenly felt a whole lot hotter than I had moments ago.
“I thought we weren’t thinking about that right now,” I said breathlessly.
His lips still near my ear, he said huskily, “Oh, I think about it, Em. I fucking think about it every damn time I see you.”
A shiver of heat ran down my body and straight between my thighs.
My body craved this man, and it was getting harder and harder to keep those desires in check for me.
I wanted to be as close to Colin as I could get, and my body ached with the need to be that intimately connected as soon as possible.
“Colin,” I said in a needy voice as I stared up at him.
“Kiss me, Em,” he urged hoarsely. “For now, just fucking kiss me.”
I pulled his head down, and Colin did the rest.
The kiss probably looked a little desperate to the tourists around us, but neither one of us really noticed.
We were just two people who momentarily got lost in each other.
I savored that embrace for as long as I possibly could.
I could feel how much he wanted me and cared about me without the two of us exchanging a single word.
For now, that was more than enough.
Chapter 20
Marshall
“What are you going to tell Wren about Last Hope and your job?” Emma asked as we got ready to go to bed that night.
We’d taken advantage of the pool at the hotel earlier.
Strangely, I wasn’t nearly as self-conscious about the scars on my leg.
I wasn’t going to say that I’d forgotten that I had them, but if Emma accepted them just fine, I didn’t really care what anybody else thought anymore.
She’d wanted me to swim with her, and I wanted to make her happy.
