I spray him everywhere, marveling at how handsome he is when he tips his head back and closes his eyes, holding his arms straight out. He’s muscular yet lean. Broad but not too bulky. Covered in tats with six-pack abs and trim hips. Muscular thighs and legs that are covered in light brown hair, but nottoocovered.
Everything about my husband is just right.
“Turn around,” I tell him and he does so without complaint, hanging his head as I spray his shoulders and back. Dip down to spray the back of his legs. By the time I’m finished, there’s a light cloud of sunscreen surrounding us and I’m coughing, which makes him chuckle.
My heart leaps at the sound and I tell myself to stop it.
I set the can onto a nearby glass table before I return my attention to Perry. “You’re done.”
He turns to face me once more. “You hungry?”
I shrug. My appetite has shrunk lately, thanks to the stress of our wedding.
“We can call for room service if you want. They’ll bring us drinks and poolside snacks,” Perry says.
“What kind of poolside snacks?” My stomach growls as it’s wont to do when I talk about food.
“Whatever you want. Chips and salsa. Guacamole. A cheeseburger. I was looking at the menu a few minutes ago. They’ve got a lot.”
“I’ll think about it.” I wander over to one of the lounge chairs and drop onto the plush cushion, arranging myself just so before I slip on the large sunglasses that I always keep in my bag. I can feel Perry’s gaze on me and I close my eyes, wondering what he’s thinking.
Then I hear a loud splash, water droplets hitting my skin and making me squeal. When I open my eyes, I find Perry treading water in the middle of the pool, watching me carefully.
“Aren’t you going to swim?”
“I wanted to get some sun first.”
“You put on sunscreen.”
“I’ll still get some color on my skin if I sit out here. This sun is pretty intense,” I tell him, vaguely annoyed.
“I thought you’d swim with me.” His expression is pure hurt little boy, which doesn’t go along at all with the rough man who fucked me last night.
Is he for real right now?
“I didn’t think you’d want to do anything with me,” I retort.
He tilts his head to the side, ignoring my comment. “Where’d you get that bikini anyway? Tinsley?”
I nod, lifting my knees so my feet are propped on the cushion.
“I like it.”
That’s all he says before he dives underneath the water but it’s enough to make my skin buzz and my heart trip over itself.
He likes it.
But will he ever like me?
Chapter Ten
Perry
Iswam. Iate. I sat out on one of those loungers like Charlotte and fell asleep. Only to wake up almost two hours later to the setting sun and scorched skin.
Charlotte only laughed at me. I think she likes to see me in pain.
Guess I can’t blame her, with the way I treated her this morning on the plane over here. I was in a mood. Sullen. Grumpy. Tempted to text Winston and ask him if he’s found anything out about Seamus McFuckface yet, but I restrained myself.