Page 14 of The Hookup
“No texting, or sexting, or whatever you call it.”
“Okay.”
“No Dean, no Xavier.”
She gave Savannah a military salute. “Understood.”
Savannah bent down. “We’re going to be on our honeymoon for a few weeks, and I don’t want to come back and hear more sob stories about another meaningless encounter that you’ve had, or someone else breaking your heart. I’m looking out for you.” She tapped Kay on the nose. “I’m not trying to be an ogre. I care about you.”
“I know.” Savannah had always looked out for her, and maybe taking some of Savannah’s advice might do her some good. Maybe going on this man-free diet might be the thing she needed. “You’re right. I know you’re right. Go and have some fun, and we’ll catch up later.”
“Be good.”
“Working on it.”
She got back to her book, but the sun shining down and warming the backs of her legs and her body, made her feel drowsy, and the soft, fluffy towel beneath her helped encourage her laziness. She lowered her head and lay there, letting the sun kiss her skin softly.
It was heaven.
Peaceful and perfect.
Until she heard his voice.
“I only want one of you at the bar, the rest of you can go and chill for a while. It’s going to be quiet around here this afternoon.”
She lifted her head, and glanced over her shoulder to see Luke talking to one of his guys. He was topless, wearing nothing but swim shorts, and she let out a soft moan watching him like a hawk, as he walked towards the ocean. She gazed longingly at the wide span of his back. Since he hadn’t seen her, she was able to savor her examination of him, her gaze fixating on his glorious torso which tapered down to a perfect V at the hips.
“Freaking hell,” she murmured, licking her lips at the sight.
She lay on her stomach, with a magazine in front of her, so that it looked as if she was reading, but the greater pleasure came from watching him in the water.
For a brief moment, she considered wading into the sea and joining him there, pretending to be surprised to see him there, out in the middle of the ocean. She might even have put this plan into practice if she had been a good swimmer, and didn’t have a fear of riptides, and if she didn’t mind getting her hair wet.
It wasn’t going to happen, so she settled for watching him instead.
The water slowly swallowed him up, and then he began to swim, moving away out into the distance.
He was such a perfect embodiment of a man. Muscles in perfect proportion to his body; not too big and ugly, and not spindly thin. She shivered, wondering what it might be like to lie against him naked. Something warm tingled along her belly, all the way from the tops of her breasts to the tips of her toes, and Savannah’s man-free diet died an instant death.
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Nothing beat a swim in the ocean. Nothing.
It cleared his mind, helped him think. Gave his body a good workout. He could feel his heart beat racing and the dull ache in his arms as he waded out of the water after a long swim. He raked his hands through his hair, sweeping the long, wet locks away from his face.
At least this afternoon would be nice and quiet, the calm before the final partying and the last meal in the evening. Most people would be returning home tomorrow, and he and his employees soon after that. He couldn’t wait to get back home, and return to his business.
Right now, he needed to take a shower, then grab brunch, and then he would take his time getting things ready for the evening.
He still had a few hours left to unwind.
Looking around at the almost deserted beach and pool areas, it was obvious that most of the guests had taken Tobias up on his offer of going snorkeling and paragliding. The place was like a ghost town.
Except for… he peered closer at the woman in a bright yellow bikini. Savannah’s cousin lay on her back, wearing sunglasses, and little else. A buxom woman, she was hard to miss, especially in that tiny little bikini that barely covered her.
He looked straight ahead, not wanting to disturb her. With her shades on and her book resting on her stomach, face down, it looked as if she’d fallen asleep.
He walked past, eyeing her up, before looking away quickly. One look at her, lying like that, and he almost had an instant hard-on.
