He rests his big hands on my bottom, giving me a squeeze. “Me and Trent. Every time that kid spots you, his eyes bug out of his head like a goddamn cartoon character.”
“Please. He’s only got eyes for Addie.” I lean in and kiss him. Once. Twice. Three times. “And I only have eyes for you.”
“Good,” he murmurs, trying to take the kiss deeper, but I won’t let him. He growls in frustration. “Let’s go upstairs.”
I raise my brows, surprised, yet I know I shouldn’t be. “Are you serious? Again? Really?”
“Yeah, really. It’s already been a few hours.”
Since we’ve come to Maui, we’ve been fucking like crazy. “More like it’s only been an hour.”
“Oh. Really? Well, damn. Guess I better learn some self-control then,” he says with a smile.
“Please don’t,” I say as I try to climb up on him. I only manage to wrap my legs around his waist. “I like you like this.”
“I like you like this too, especially in the skimpy bikini.” He slips his hands beneath my bikini bottoms, touching me between my thighs. “Aw, babe. This is ridiculous. Why do
you keep denying yourself? And me?”
“Oh, fine. Let’s go upstairs.” I make an irritated noise, like this is such a hardship, but I’m putting on the best performance of my life. Because nothing with Rhett is a hardship.
Not one damn thing.