“You told me to get on number twelve,” I tell him.
“Well,” he says, smirking. “Maybe I was hoping you’d break down out here.”
“You’re a little evil, aren’t you?” I ask him.
Lincoln places his hand on his chest as his mouth falls ajar in dramatic fashion. “Me? Look at what you’re wearing to go ATV riding? Seriously?”
“What?” I shrug. “They’re shorts and a tank top. Should I have worn a ball gown?”
“Alexa,” he sighs. “You are killing me.”
“Well, I’m not sorry,” I reply.
Lincoln steals the few feet between us and loops his arm around the bare skin of my waist. “I was very well-behaved last night, you know. It doesn’t mean—”
“I’m not making things hard?” I whisper.
As if it was a command, I feel the pressure from his lower body press into me, proving he’s given up on controlling his feelings. “You’re making me regret turning you down last night,” he mutters befo
re touching his lips softly to mine. The heat between us is overwhelming, especially under the brutally hot sun. Lincoln lifts me up, allowing me to loop my legs around his waist. His lips press against my neck, and the sensation drives me wild. “We can’t do anything right here,” I remind him.
“Who said we were doing anything anywhere?” he questions. “I thought you had control over this situation.”
I’m not good at this game.
Lincoln places me down on his ATV, releases me, and slips down in front of me. “You’re going to need to hold onto me. Are you comfortable with that?”
“I can handle a hard-bumpy ride, don’t worry,” I tell him. I make sure to press my breasts against his back as his ATV roars to life. “You sure you’re close enough to me? I don’t want you to fall off.”
I squeeze a little closer and place my chin onto his shoulder, breathing gently against his neck. “Damn, girl. I hope we don’t find something to crash into. Watch yourself.”
9
No one emptied the contents of their stomach, and I still have my clothes on. All in all, I would say the ATV excursion was a success. Except now, my desire to see more of Lincoln is worse than it was this morning.
“All I want to do for the rest of the day is lay out by the pool,” Grace says. “Is that okay with you two?”
The bouncing ride of the shuttle feels worse on my stomach than the ATV ride, but it looks like we’re taking back roads to the hotel, and the roads aren’t paved. It’s like sitting in the back of an old-school bus, kind of bumpy.
“I think the pool sounds like a great idea,” I respond, trying my best not to glance over at Lincoln. I don’t want to see his expression or reaction. I don’t know when I’ll spend another minute with him, or even converse again. My heart is starting to feel pain, thinking about my fun coming to an end, and I don’t want to feel anything of the sort.
Pain. It’s been two days. Something has got to be wrong with my brain right now.
“We have snorkeling and scuba lessons at the pool today if you three are interested,” Lincoln follows.
He’s like a one man show with all his lessons and excursions.
“Hmm, maybe,” Macy says. “I’m not sure I’d find much use for the lesson though. I don’t plan to go scuba diving or snorkeling anytime soon.”
“I don’t know. It sounds kind of fun,” Grace says, looking at me as if I need to make the decision. “What do you think, Alexa?”
“I don’t know,” I tell her. “We should do whatever will make you happy.”
“You know what makes me happy,” Grace argues.
“Stop being so selfless,” I tell her.
“We’ll have to let you know,” Macy tells Lincoln.