Page 97 of Champagne Fizz

I was in control of this heat for a moment, but the idea of us undressed—oh, sprinkles and spice! Despite my best efforts, that whimper finds a way to surface, and Simon smiles.

“I agree,” he says, kissing my cheek. “So, my thought was … a bikini seems like a very logical stepping stone in that direction.”

“Oh.”

I’m quiet, looking up at him with a new blush of desire flooding my system.

Oh, wow. I see exactly where he’s going with this.

“That sounds …” My forehead falls against his and I fail at hiding the moan that buzzes my lips.

“I know a beach that’s private,” he says. “Secluded. Perfect for swimming.”

“With me almost naked?”

He smiles against my forehead. “I’ll wear a speedo if it makes you more comfortable.”

I shake my head. The image of his bare chest and legs and only a small piece of fabric over his—

The memory of what I felt between my thighs the other day floods my brain. If he wore a speedo, I’d know exactly how aroused he was, and exactly how thick his—

“Mmmmmm?” Simon hums, moving his mouth to my ear. “I’m thinking the same thing, Sunshine.”

His hands dig into my hips and I want those hands on my skin as we splash in the waves and the ocean tumbles us on top of each other against the sand.

“You want to do this now?” I ask.

“We can get you a bikini on the way,” he suggests. “This is Hawaii. You can’t walk half a block without someone selling suits and towels to the tourists.”

“You’re serious?”

“Very.”

I pull back and his blue eyes are sparkling. They’re full of lust and hope and kindness. He isn’t going to push this if I’m not ready, and that’s the part that does me in. This offer is laced with lust, but it’s the lack of pressure that makes me want it.

“I’m going to pick out the ugliest bikini you’ve ever seen,” I say, agreeing. “It’s going to be neon and covered in tropical fish, or something just as obnoxious.”

“Please don’t follow Mason’s example and wear something with throbbing eggplants or—”

“What? You don’t think it would be totally hot to see me half-naked, wearing a bikini covered in cocks?”

“Kendall, did you just say cock out loud?”

“Chickens. Roosters,” I clarify, to which he shakes his head with a skeptical smile.

“I would expect nothing less,” he laughs. “Of course, the pattern isn’t what I’ll be looking at.”

My core clenches.

Oh, snickerdoodle, what did I just agree to?

Simon cups my face. “Yup,” he agrees, “that’s exactly what I’m feeling.”

26

SIMON

Kendall’s bikini is yellow, of course. It’s a pale butter color that’s dainty and feminine. And there’s even a small ruffle where the suit curls over her hips.

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