Only wearing a pair of black and gray swim trunks.
Looking far too delicious to ignore.
“Sorry.” He grabs hold of my arms to steady me, keeping me close. “Didn’t mean to run into you.”
“What are you doing in here?” I hate how breathless I sound and I clear my throat, forcing myself to act as nonchalant as possible.
Like it’s no big deal that my sexy husband is pressed against me and we’re on a honeymoon that is supposedly in name only.
Please. All I can think about is the next time I can get him naked again.
“I came looking for you,” he says, his voice low as he takes a single step away from me, still holding on to my arms. “I’m going out to the pool. Wanted to ask if you’d join me.”
I refuse to let what he said fill me with hope. His seeking me out means nothing. “I had the same idea.”
His gaze lingers on all the exposed bits of me—which are a lot. “I see that.”
“Is there any sunscreen around?” I ask, meeting his gaze.
“Probably.” He releases me and heads out of the bedroom. “Let’s go look.”
I follow after him, taking in the tattoo that’s in the center of his back. A sprawling oak tree with intricate branches and a strong, solid trunk. The question slips from my lips before I can stop it.
“What’s the tattoo represent?”
He glances over his shoulder at me. “Family.”
That’s all he says, but it’s enough. I’ve come to realize family is very important to him. He loves his mother and younger sister. Respects and admires his oldest brother. He even has a tattoo that represents him and his brothers with the three swords. He’s a loyal man, and not just because of his tattoos. Those are meaningless without actions.
His actions tell me he loves his family very much, and I take comfort in that. He’s not a bad person. He cares. He loves. Freely.
What would it be like, to be loved by Perry Constantine? To know that he’s loyal to you no matter what.
If I’m lucky, maybe I’ll know someday.
“Here’s the sunscreen.”
I realize I’ve followed Perry into the kitchen and he’s found a couple of cans of spray sunscreen on the kitchen counter, close to the sliding glass door that leads out to the pool. He grabs one and heads outside and I go with him, shutting the sliding glass door before I turn to face him.
“Want me to spray you?” he pops the lid off the sunscreen and aims it right at me.
“I can do it myself.”
“Thought I’d offer.” He shrugs and hands it over, which I apply liberally everywhere I can reach, except my back.
Can’t really reach that.
“Here.” He takes the can from me. “Turn around.”
I do as he says, shivering when the cold spray hits my skin. He coats my shoulders and back. My lower back, just above my butt. My thighs and calves. Even my ass cheeks.
“Don’t want you to get burned.” He steps closer, stopping directly behind me before he hands me the can. “Will you spray me?”
I grab the sunscreen and turn to face him, frowning. “You can’t do it yourself?”
“I’d rather you did it.” He smiles. “Please?”
How can I resist?