And why not? He certainly had last night, and it had been fantastic.
“I know all about morning erections. I’ve seen my fair share,” she said casually.
He grunted. “Coffee?”
“Over there.” She motioned to the trolley.
Shit, he was distracting. On his way over, she crossed her legs and squeezed them together. She couldn’t help it. Just the sight of him had always made her horny, and after last night, now that she knew just how good it was between them, she didn’t think she could ever get enough of the man.
His bicep flexed when he picked up the carafe. His abs rippled with every small movement of his torso, just screaming to be licked.
On his way out to the balcony, he grabbed his phone and joined her in the warm sunshine. “You stare at my body any harder and your eyes are going to bug out of your head.”
“What can I say…” She zeroed in on his shorts. “That jackhammer is hard to ignore.”
He settled into the seat beside her, bringing with him his musky scent, making her want to set down her cup and run her hands all over him, pressing her nose against his skin. Or maybe lick his body. Yes. Definitely lick.
Before he took a sip of coffee, he whispered, “So you’re saying you like what you see.”
“You know I do.” She reached out, letting her index finger slide over the soft skin of his shoulder, down his bicep to his forearm, settling on the hand that held his phone.
She wondered if anyone would notice if they didn’t surface until Thursday’s scavenger hunt. She’d much rather keep Cole hostage in her room than suffer her siblings.
Instead of watching her finger, his eyes bore into the spot where her robe had ridden up her leg, exposing the side of her ass. She had learned last night, and from the marks on her bottom this morning, that Cole Murphy was very much an ass man.
A soft breeze washed over her skin, tightening her nipples. The hard points strained against the softness of
the silk draped across her body. A quick look to his shorts proved she wasn’t the only one aching.
She reached across and palmed his semi-erection. “I think I’m not the only one who likes what they see.” He sucked in a hard breath when she squeezed her hand, his cock stiffening in her palm. “Tell me.”
He smelled of sex, and man, and everything that made her head spin. And now, with him right next to her… Her stomach flip-flopped with anticipation. Sometimes it was the lead-in, the verbal foreplay that got her engines revving. A simple phrase. A string of words. And she was a goner. But Cole’s silence eased the excitement in her stomach. She had to admit, his aversion to dirty talk was peculiar. But sometimes actions spoke louder than words.
“You could show me.” She grabbed his hand and placed it on his erection. “Pull that bad boy out and stroke it for me.”
He stiffened. The lustful way he’d been looking at her had suddenly vanished when his eyes glazed over and discomfort washed over his face.
Just when she thought she’d made progress with him, he took two steps back.
“Is everything—?”
A loud knock sounded on their door.
Once again, he was saved from having to open up.
With a defeated sigh, she stood and headed to the door. Lifting on her toes, she looked through the peephole and cursed under her breath.
It was Cathy. Damn her family. Could she not have one minute of peace to admire the hot half-naked man in her—?
Shit!
She turned to where Cole paced the balcony, and her mouth practically fell to the floor at the sight of him. Those shorts were riding so low on his hips, one tiny tug with her finger and they’d probably drop to the floor.
Nervousness and shame tightened in her stomach, and she raced over to grab his bicep. She couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped when her hand clamped around his warm, hard flesh.
Focus, Penn.
“You need to hide.”