“Yes, everything. Your stiff mother. Your angry daughter. And I especially love this bikini.” He let his hand ride up her thigh and under her cover-up, then dipped two fingers beneath the triangle of stretchy fabric at the apex of her thighs. She shuddered against him. “It’s just an old bathing suit…” But her voice petered out when he started kissing her neck and the turn of her ear. “Oh, Ben.” He pulled away reluctantly. “Let me change into my swim trunks before I do something embarrassing like haul you into that enormous bed and tell your daughter she’s on her own for a few hours.” “Mmm,” she hummed. Her eyes were still closed, even though he was no longer kissing her. His hands were steady at her waist. “A few hours in bed…doesn’t that sound divine…” “Back, temptress.” He gripped her harder then released his hold. She opened her eyes, glassy and wanting. Ben tapped the tip of her nose. “Go put on some sunscreen. I don’t want this beautiful skin getting any damage.”
