Page 677 of Hell Hath No Fury
Just looking at her in public was making him hard, like he was a fucking teenager.
“Daddy, I’m going back to the water with Em.”
“Okay, angel.” Fine with him.
He needed a minute.
Slumping down on the towel, he made the mistake of watching Georgie and Em walk away.
Ember’s ass was almost as good as her tits.
Then he became aware of something that really pissed him off.
He wasn’t the only one staring at Ember Bonet. His gut twisted in annoyance.
While there were plenty of gorgeous women on the beach, Ember stood out because of her sensual curves. Natural sexiness oozed from her.
To his agitation, Foster realized he didn’t want other people to see that in her.
He wanted her all for himself.
And wasn’t that a very dangerous thought.
Not long later, G and Ember returned, and he refused to stare at Ember in her wet bikini. It might kill him. Instead, he focused on making sure G was fed. She’d just finished her sandwich when a little girl came over and asked if she wanted to build sandcastles. At his nod of permission, the two girls set up camp between both their parents’ spots and played together.
“She’s doing awesome. I see such a change in her in just two weeks.”
Foster turned to Ember. “Yeah, it’s great. You’ve been a huge help. Thank you.”
“It’s been my pleasure.”
Christ, even hearing her use the wordpleasuregot him hot.
This was ridiculous.
And even though he told himself to change the subject to anything that might distract him from his attraction to her, the next thing he blurted out was, “So, I take it you’re not seeing anyone?”
Shit.
He couldn’t see her eyes behind her glasses, but her lips parted as if he’d surprised her.
“I mean, I haven’t seen you with anyone.”
Ember leaned back on her hands, stretching her legs. His eyes dropped to her thighs and he swallowed hard. “No, no boyfriend.”
He dragged his gaze up to her face again. “Why?”
She gave a huff of laughter. “Because I haven’t met anyone lately.”
Me. You’ve met me.
Jesus, Foster, don’t be stupid.
Pushing away his inner dialogue, he prodded, “But there have been boyfriends, right?”
“Right.” She grinned. “There have been a few.”
“None of them felt like marriage material?”
