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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.
