“Thank you.” Her smile was as real as they got, coming from the inside out. “You need me to do you?”
His eyes sparkled.
“Apply sunscreen, that is?” she clarified, her lips twitching as she fought to keep a straight face.
“I’m good.”
She bet he was. She didn’t mean his lack of need for fresh sunscreen either.
A game of Ultimate Frisbee started and the others called them back over.
Taylor had never played with a foot bag but, thanks to Amy, she had played Frisbee on occasion during college. She wouldn’t be performing any tricks, but she could hold her own by making decent catches and throws. It was one of the few team sports she had any experience with as her parents hadn’t pushed for her to play as a child and she’d been busy with work and school once she’d gotten older.
About twenty people divided up into two teams. Skin versus shirts. Taylor was a shirt. Jack was not.
Watching him pull off his T-shirt had the same effect as him unleashing a secret weapon. One that left her slack-jawed and entranced.
The man had a beautiful body.
Taylor and the flower girl seemed on the same wavelength when it came to throws and they often made plays to each other.
Of course, Jack chose to try to block her catches. Tried and succeeded more often than not. Taylor attempted to reciprocate, but his reach outdid hers so he easily made his catches.
When their teams were tied nine each, Taylor decided to take matters into her own hands when Jack’s teammates went to toss him the Frisbee for the winning point.
She leapt on him, wrapping her arms and legs around him.
Surprised, Jack caught her rather than the Frisbee, which landed a few feet away and rolled.
“Woo-hoo, looks like Jack caught more than he bargained for,” one of the guys called out.
Another let out a wolf whistle.
“Are we playing tackle Frisbee or what?” another ragged, grabbing hold of his girlfriend’s waist and pulling her to him for a kiss. “I’m all for a game of that.”
Jack hugged Taylor, then let her slide down his body to stand, still flush against him.
Flush against Jack was hot.
Not because of the sun beating down on them. Or even because he was shirtless—although his damp skin was hot in more ways than one.
What was hottest was what she saw in his eyes, the way she felt his body tighten and his breathing hike up in intensity.
“You know this means war, right?” he teased, low and with a bit of a growl to his voice.
“Oops. Was I not supposed to do that?” she asked with feigned innocence, drawing a laugh from several of their teammates.
“Hey, baby, you can do that to me anytime you want,” one of Jack’s teammates offered.
“See what you started?” Jack accused with a laugh. “Now they’re going to rewrite the rules and we guys don’t stand a chance.”
“Game on.” A cute girl with a painted face, cat ears, short blue denim cut-off shorts, and a bikini top, who was on Taylor’s team, picked up the Frisbee and tossed it to another teammate.
“Here, I’m open,” Taylor called.
“No, she’s not,” Jack corrected, bear-hugging her and lifting her off her feet.
But the guy who’d had the Frisbee had already tossed it and somehow, hiked up in the air in Jack’s arms, Taylor managed to catch it, much to her amazement and the excitement of her teammates.