Page 41 of Revival

His ocean-blue eyes shine in the candlelight, desire swirling deep in their depths.

Maybe it’s the unlimited wine refills as I devoured my pasta, but I’m starting to think Spencer forcing his way on this trip might have been his best decision ever.

The attraction pulsing between us is so undeniably present that my bikini bottoms have been wet all day. I had to take a dip in the ocean earlier just to alleviate the sensation between my thighs. The cooling swim also prevented me from joining him in that expansive shower and begging him to do something about this ache he inspired.

The more time I spend with him, the more I question why I even deny myself.

Spencer is hot. And I don’t just mean his chiseled body.

He has a face made for Hollywood. Those blue eyes and dark hair that’s long enough to tangle in a fist as he goes down on me. A broody stare that manages to be both mysterious and inviting. Lips that I used to love kissing.

I run my tongue along my lipstick.

“Did you hear my question?”

“Hmm?”

Spencer stares at me over empty plates and a melting candle. “I asked if you were thinking of going dancing again tonight?”

“Do you want to?” The question slips out before I can think it through.

He leans back, resting his elbow on the back of his chair. The long fingers on his other hand fiddle with his silverware. “Am I invited?”

“I’m sure someone else would be willing to dance with me if you’re too tired—”

“No.”

“No, you’re not coming?”

He leans forward. Those blue eyes darken. “No, you’re not dancing with anyone else.”

Spencer’s jealousy sets off a spark that pivots my evening plans. The ache between my thighs requires immediate attention. Preferably, not all on my own. This is more of a tag-team situation.

Picking up my crisp white cloth napkin, I dab my mouth. “Would you like to take a walk with me first?”

His gaze roams my face, and a crease forms between his brows. “Change of plans?”

I toss back my wine for courage. “I might have something else in mind.”

Spencer remains in his seat until I rise. Deciding I’m serious, he hops to his feet and follows me out.

Thank god for all-inclusive resorts and not having to wait for the bill.

My heart patters in my chest as we walk across the sand. I can’t tell if this is really stupid or fucking brilliant, and I’ve drunk just enough alcohol not to think about it any further. I’m acting on instinct here.

My instinct says it isn’t some random guy at a resort who I want to spend time with.

Not when I have Spencer all to myself.

We walk for a while, weaving in and out of the soft waves. The sun starts to set, casting the beach in a shocking shade of tangerine and gold.

I’m too busy staring at the beautiful scene that I don’t notice the hole someone dug in the ground until my foot is in it. I trip, shrieking as the sand rushes up to meet me.

An arm twines around my midsection. Spencer’s attempt to stop my fall only results in the two of us careening onto the beach, but before I touch the sand, he rolls us to cushion my fall.

“Sorry,” I say breathlessly.

He rolls us once more so that I’m beneath him. A lock of thick brown hair hangs over his forehead, enticing me to reach up and push it away.

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