Goose bumps race across my body at the promise in his words. “I like that idea.”
My frown returns tenfold when I see Carrie lounging with Sinclair as though they haven’t just stiffed me with their bill. Carrie knows that, on the odd occasion that we eat together, we pay our own way. Regardless of how childlike it makes me look, I’m going to make sure I don’t forget today over the dinner table.
“Um, let’s not leave anything with them,” Michael suggests.
“I’m good with that. I only have my wrap, but I don’t really want to leave it around strangers.”
“You won’t need to.”
I follow his line of sight and notice Sirena and Garrett on two loungers off in the shade with Elias looking flat out in his stroller.
Michael slings his arm around my shoulders and guides me in their direction. Garrett sees us first and must have whispered something to Sirena because her gaze is soon on us.
“I’m surprised to see you both down here? Isn’t it a bit hot for Elias?”
Sirena rolls her eyes at Michael, while I give him a really look.
“Michael, I hate to be the one to inform you of this, but children have played around in heat like this for centuries,” Sirena makes a tsk sound. “Besides, he’s in the shade.”
“You know those two behind you?” Garrett asks.
Without turning around, I agree, “My sister and, maybe, a friend. I’m not sure anymore.”
Michael changes the topic. “We’re going in the water, can we leave our things with you guys?”
“Yeah, sure. We’re going to be here maybe an hour longer and then we’ll head back to the hotel.”
We strip down to our swimwear and taking my hand, Michael walks me down to the ocean. The water is clear and refreshing. We walk further in and the water laps around my thighs. I peer through the depths and catch the odd fish swimming away. I let my hand float in the water and minutes later, I realize that Michael is watching me instead of the scenery.
“You take my breath away, Brooke.” He brings me into the circle of his arms and every thought and worry slips away. “Can you swim?”
“Very well.”
“Good, just wanted to be sure. Wrap your legs around my waist.” He lifts me against him and my body ignites. My hands go around his neck and I stroke the nape, feeling Michael shiver under my touch. “I’m beginning to wonder about the wisdom of this,” he moans and grabbing ahold of my bottom, he flips us so he’s floating on his back with me lying above him.
I relax and let him swim us further out and around into a small cove.
Grinning, I tease, “Are you about to have your wicked way with me, Mr. McKenzie?”
“And what if I am, Miss. Jordan?”
I wiggle further down and end up with his erection nudging against my bottom. Smiling, I add, “Feeling amorous?”
Reaching behind me, I tease his flesh and find myself briefly submerged in water as his arms quickly come up around my waist. We break the surface spluttering.
Michael laughs. “Sorry. I wasn’t expecting your hands on me.”
“Really?” I raise a brow. “I mean, how could you not with the thickness of that thing bobbing about in the water, tapping me on the bottom? It wanted attention.” I smirk.
“That thing?” He tickles me, his eyes wide with amusement. “That thing is what you bathed with your climax this morning.”
My eyes widen and I feel a blush creeping along my cheekbones. “You had to say that out loud?”
He gathers me close, slipping his hand into the back of my bikini panties, his fingers searching. “How sore are you?”
I tug the small triangles of fabric away from my breasts and leaning in, rub against Michael’s chest. He curses. Lifting me up, he seals his warm mouth over a nipple, biting it until it’s hard as a pebble. My hands grip his head to me and when he shifts to my other breast, a shiver runs down my spine.
“You are so responsive to me,” he says against my chest. “You didn’t answer me?”