Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“I don’t want to see his S&M collection, just a shot of the pool and master bathroom.”
“Maybe,” I said. “You have my location, right?”
“Right.”
“Okay. We’re going to get right to the parasailing so I don’t get a chance to chicken out.”
“I still can’t believe you rode on a motorcycle with that man.”
“I know. Me neither. I might have to leave my phone in the cabana to go on the boat. But you have the address where I’m at.”
“I do. Have fun on the boat. And off the boat.”
With that, I moved a bit self-consciously out of the cabana in my swim shorts and bikini top, suddenly kicking myself for not going out and buying a tankini top for this.
But all the worries, yeah, they slipped right out of my head when Kylo’s door shut.
Then there he was.
In black swim trunks.
And nothing else.
My gaze was helpless but to slide over his body, finding not only more tattoos I hadn’t been able to see before, but the outlines of muscles that I suddenly wanted to run my tongue along.
My mouth felt dry as my gaze made it back to his face.
And that little whimpering sound I thought was just in my head? Yeah, nope. No such luck. I made that noise. Out loud. Where Kylo could hear it.
I saw the moment he heard it, too, because his lids went a little heavy and a wicked glint moved into his dark eyes.
When he moved toward me, I swore there was something languid and primal about the way he approached me. Like a predator circling prey.
Only, could you really be called prey if you’d be willingly devoured by a man like this?
“I like this,” he said, his hand raising, fingers sliding up the yellow strap of my bikini top to where it was tied in little bows at the top of my shoulder. “Like the song,” he added as a little shiver racked my system at his barely-there touch.
The song?
My mind felt slow and thick.
It took an embarrassingly long time to understand what he said.
I was wearing a yellow polka dot bikini. While it was a bit, you know, boob-forward, I wasn’t sure I would call it ‘itsy-bitsy.’
Kylo watched me swallow hard, unable to speak.
Seeming to like that reaction and wanting more of it, his finger slid back downward.
His fingertip was just about to trace the top of the cup when the damn boat pulled up, making him snatch his hand away.
He exhaled hard, then forced a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Ready?” he asked.
For him to take me back into one of the cabanas and have his way with me until I wouldn’t be able to walk right for a week?
Yes, absolutely.
To be strapped to a canopy and launched into the air off the back of a boat?
Not in the least.
“Yep.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Kylo
She was shaking like a fucking leaf by the time we had our life vests on and were strapped to the canopy on the back of the boat.
“Do you want an opt-out, or do you want me to tell you that you can do this?” I asked.
Rue was sucking in giant gulps of air but looked more and more flushed by the second. I was a little worried she might pass out before the boat could even get moving.
“I. Want. To. Do. It,” she huffed out between breaths.
“Okay. Then we’re doing this,” I said, taking her hand, sliding my fingers between hers, closing tight, then nodding at John, the boat captain.
We took off like a shot.
Rue hardly had a moment to suck in a breath before the canopy was filling with air between us.
Then we were yanked violently backward.
My stomach bottomed out.
I imagined Rue’s did the same.
She let out a shriek of terror as the world fell away. Her fingers crushed mine until the skin went white. Her legs kicked wildly.
“Open your eyes,” I yelled over the whoosh of the wind. “It’s better if you open your eyes.”
She squeezed them half shut for a moment, her palm sweaty in mine.
Then, little by little, her legs stopped kicking, her fingers loosened, and her eyes slid fully open.
“Oh,” she exhaled, eyes going round as John kept us moving through the sky. “Oh, wow.”
“Amazing, isn’t it?” I asked.
“It’s… beautiful,” she said, a smile threatening to break her face.
“Yeah,” I agreed, watching her. “Definitely beautiful.”
“How long does this go?” she asked.
“Ten minutes or so. Soak it up while you can.”
That was exactly what she did, looking around, leaning back, smiling the whole time.
I took my free hand, digging around in my side to pull my phone out of my pocket.
I was risking dropping it into the ocean, but, fuck, I had to capture the moment for her.
I held out my phone.
“Move in!” I called.
She leaned close enough for her face to press into mine, still smiling huge, and I snapped several pictures, then a short video.