Page 41 of Losing Forever
I shiver with the willies. “Spider webs?”
He smiles, flashing his pearly whites. “Don't worry. I won't let anything get you.” As he passes by, he sweeps a finger down my arm. “Follow me.” He winks and swings the stick in front of him, knocking down thin branches and palms.
The way he keeps touching me has my insides on high alert. Not with alarm, but with anticipation of when he'll touch me again. I’m not delusional enough to think the way he's acting means anything. But no one else flirts with me, so I'm going to allow myself this one day to enjoy him and all his charm. When we get back to the house, we'll resume our separate lives. I'll even leave it be if he chooses to ignore me again. Out here, on this island and on the water, it's as though the heartache and problems of the world don't exist.
Grayson continues to chop away the overgrown shrubs. The tightening muscles on his back claim all my attention. A sheen of sweat glistens on his golden skin.
I lick my lips and almost run into him when he stops.
“What’s wrong?” I glance around. Snake?
His gaze is over his shoulder, locked on me. A sexy grin curls his lips. “You were just checking me out.”
“No, I wasn’t.” I totally was.
“Yes. You were.” He nods to himself. “I saw you. You didn’t notice because you were too busy staring at my ass. You even licked your lips.”
I gasp. “I did not.” Did I? I might have. My lips feel moist. Dammit. Do not feed his ego. “I wasn’t checking you out like you think. I was looking at your back because you're in front of me, and I licked my lips because they’re dry.” From panting? I’m not sure.
His cocky demeanor shifts to concern. “Do you want me to get you a water from the boat?”
“You’d go all the way back there for me?”
“Of course,” he says like my question is absurd.
Aw. I smile and then gasp again. “The cooler! We forgot it.”
“Shit.” He stares in the direction of the boat. “I’ll go back and get it.”
“No.” I grab his arm before he can take off. “Leave it.”
“But you packed all that food.”
“I’m fine. I can eat later. I’m not even hungry—unless you are?”
“I’m fine, too.” He eyes my hand on his bicep then meets my gaze. “I have everything I need right here.”
That deeper tone and those smoldering eyes are a powerful combination. My lips part with an uneven breath. I might even sway a little.
His playful smirk reappears. “You okay? You look a little dizzy.”
So smug. “It’s the heat. Maybe I could use that water.”
“Yeah. I’d hate for you to become dehydrated before trying the zip line.”
I laugh. “You’re crazy if you think I’m going on that thing.”
“Scared?” He arches a brow.
“Nope.”
“It’s not hard.”
“I know. I’ve been on them before. Washington has zip line parks throughout the state. They’re fun.”
“So what's the problem?”
“This island has been deserted since your teen years. Rain and other weather elements don't make for a safe zip line. In fact, I don't think you should try it, either.”
