She held the melting ice cube to her chest, shivering as Remy’s hot tongue chased the stream of water that trickled down between her breasts. Her nipples tightened, straining against his palms as he slowly caressed her.
In that moment Zandra forgot about where they were, forgot about the woman watching them from the cabana. All she cared about was Remy’s mouth on her burning skin, his hands on her aching breasts, the massive length of his cock between her legs. She wanted to be filled with him, wanted to feel his powerful body thrusting so deep inside her she’d have to breathe for both of them.
Lowering her head to the hard slab of his chest, she ran her tongue over his warm flesh, tasting the salty tang of the sea. His muscles quivered as she dragged her mouth over to the tattoo that curved around his chiseled biceps. She licked him slowly and sensually, her tongue tracing the intricate trident that would always identify him as a Navy SEAL.
“Mmmm,” she purred as his erection thickened even more. “You are one sexy sail—”
“Yo, Zandra?” A large, masculine hand waved in front of her face. “Hello? You there?”
The sound of Remy’s laughter-tinged voice snapped Zandra out of her trance. She blinked, staring dazedly at him.
He grinned. “Damn, what happened? You just zoned out on me.”
“I did?” Zandra blushed furiously, embarrassed to realize that she’d been fantasizing about him. Shit, shit, shit! “Did I, um, happen to...say anything?”
“Like what?”
Her face flamed hotter. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
Remy’s grin widened. “One minute you were snatching my drink away. The next minute, you blanked out.”
She glanced down at the cold glass in her hand, then looked toward the cabana. Remy’s flirtatious admirer was now conversing with a guy who’d joined her at the bar. Zandra was relieved that the woman had turned her attention elsewhere—a feeling she didn’t care to examine too closely.
“So,” Remy said in an amused voice, “can I have my drink back?”
“No.” Zandra emptied the contents of the glass into the sand. “I’ll buy you another one. What’re you in the mood for?”
“A Hole in One.”
The suggestive timbre of his deep voice made Zandra’s stomach clench. “Why don’t you try something else?”
“Okay.” His voice dipped indecently lower. “How about Sex on the Beach?”
When she glared at him, he threw back his head and laughed, a dark, delicious sound that heated her blood and sent thrills racing along her skin. She shifted on the chaise lounge, squeezing her thighs together to stop her clit from vibrating.
“Tell you what,” Remy said, reaching for her forgotten mai tai on the table between them. “How about I just help myself to your drink?”
“Sure. Knock yourself out.” She shoved her sunglasses back into place and closed her eyes, hoping Remy would take the hint and disappear. She couldn’t relax when he was around, and what was the point of being on vacation if you couldn’t relax?
“Since you’re not reading anymore,” Remy drawled, “why don’t you go for a swim with me?”
Zandra shook her head. “No, thanks.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t feel like swimming right now. Not everyone is an amphibian like you, addicted to water. Besides— Hey!” she cried out as he suddenly plucked off her sunglasses and effortlessly swept her into his arms, unleashing just a hint of the brute male strength he possessed.
She glared up at him, instinctively clinging to his neck as he strode purposefully from the palm-thatched hut. Trying to ignore the heat of his big body penetrating hers, she demanded, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Getting you wet.”
Damn if her mind didn’t rush straight to the gutter!