Page 73 of Finally Forever
The bathroom door opens a few inches, and Ainsley pokes her head out, her body hidden from my sight.
I raise my brow and smirk. “Are you naked?”
“Maybe.”
Jesus. She knows how to tempt me. “Can I see?”
“Will we make it to the pool if you do?”
“Probably not.” No point in lying.
“Then no.” She rubs her lips together like she’s holding in a giggle and closes the door.
The horny caveman that she brings out in me wants to barge in on her and spread her naked on the counter. How am I supposed to go to the pool with a raging hard on?
The temptation of her keeps getting clearer. She teases unintentionally, gives me her all in bed, acts shy at times, and does things like closing the door on me when it’s obvious I want her. This back-and-forth appeals to a side of me I also didn’t know existed.
I change into a Henley shirt and bathing suit bottoms and cross to the windows, staring at the evergreens and patches of snow—most of it melted from this morning—anything to calm my rager and get my mind off Ainsley.
I turn at the sound of the bathroom door opening. Ainsley walks out dressed in a white robe and slippers.
She eyes me from head to toe. “Aren’t you cold?”
“I wish,” I murmur, my gaze all over her hidden body. “Whatcha got on under there?”
“A bikini.”
“Can I see it?”
She keeps her distance, inching toward the door. “You’ll see it when we get to the pool, where everyone else is.”
“I need to see what you’re going to have on display before we go.” I close the distance between us, quicker than she thought possible, based on her shocked expression.
Her cheeks turn pink and desire flashes in her eyes, even as she holds her robe closed. “You’ve seen me naked. This will be nothing.”
“Let me see it then.”
“We can’t not show up at the pool.”
“So certain I won’t be able to control myself if I see you in a bathing suit?” I tease.
Her features fall as she considers my words. “You do have good self-control.”
I take that as an invitation and touch the belt to her robe. She lowers her hands to her sides, her pale eyes locked with mine. Fuck. This was a bad idea.
I open the robe and am treated to her sweet little body in a barely there green and blue bikini. Broken images flash through my mind. A turquoise sea. The bright sun. A luxurious hotel.
“What is it?” she asks, her tone eager. “Are you remembering something?”
I blink, and she comes into view. “Not memories, just images.” Should I even be telling her this? I don’t want to give her false hope. It’s not the first time I’ve gotten flashes of random things.
“What were the images?”
I shrug and guess at what I saw. “The south of France, maybe?”
She smiles. “You bought me this bikini in Monaco when we took a weekend trip there. This is a big deal, Sebastian.” She cups my cheeks. “You remembered something. I’m so proud of you.”
I didn’t do shit, really, and she’s gazing at me like I just gave her the moon and stars.
