Page 35 of Perfect Guy
We do the same with the second towel, putting them close together to create a bigger space. Canaan removes his t-shirt. My eyes are glued on his torso. His abs are defined, and his chest and shoulders are strong. It’s not the first time I have noticed, but it still makes my body react. However, what’s on the inside is even more beautiful.
“You get your fill?” Canaan’s teasing voice breaks my spell.
“Huh?” I lift my eyes to his. His knowing smirk tells me I got caught ogling him, but I don’t care. He’s hot, and he knows it.
I shimmy out of my jean shorts and lift my tank top over my head, folding them and putting them in my bag. The warm sun heats my skin. When I turn around, Canaan’s staring at me.
“You’ve seen me in a bikini before,” I mock.
His eyes do a slow sweep up my body on their way to meeting my gaze. He’s unashamedly checking me out, and it’s hotter than the sun’s rays on my back.
“But we were surrounded by people then, and I couldn’t allow myself to drink you in. Now…” He takes the few steps to close the gap between us. “I can do this.”
His hands roam down my curves and land on my hips. He tilts his head down, brushing his lips on mine.
“I want to touch more, but I’m restraining myself. Just know that you’re stunning all around. Here,” he points to my forehead. “Here,” his finger lands on the left side of my chest. “And here.” He squeezes my waist.
A final kiss lands on my lips before he steps back, adjusting himself in his swim trunks.
I arch a brow, and he shrugs. “You know you affect me.”
My own body flares with desire.
“Same,” I wink. “Now, I need to put on sunscreen before I burn.” I hold up the bottle. “If you’re good, I’ll let you spread it on my back.” My mischievous smile widens when he groans.
I rub sunscreen on my arms, chest, stomach, and legs. Then I hold out the bottle. Canaan doesn’t hesitate to grab it and start massaging it on my shoulders and back. His hands knead my muscles as he does so, making me sigh.
“Those little sounds will get you into trouble.”
I look over my shoulder. “I hardly think your hands on me equal trouble.”
“Madelyn…” His voice is tight. “Who knew you were temptress.” He shakes his head, finishing his job and throwing the bottle on the towel. I turn around with a smile, which has been permanent since Canaan and I started talking.
“I’m only a temptress for you.” I hook my arms around his neck and lean forward, pressing my lips to his in a quick kiss.
His strong arm wraps around my waist, keeping me in place. I run my finger along his beard as we stare at each other. So many things could be said right now, and yet the silence and our eyes are doing all the communicating. That floating sensation hits me again. I feel like I’m expanding beyond my body when I’m with him.
I hold his face and kiss him again, more than a peck, but I don’t push the limits. A hard and fast kiss that barely satisfies us for now. When Canaan takes my bottom lip between his teeth, I moan.
His eyes are clouded with need as my chest rises and falls with short rapid breaths. Without a word, Canaan leans down. It takes me a second to realize what he’s doing. When he throws me over his shoulder, I cry out, grabbing his back to steady myself.
“Canaan!” I slap his ass, hoping that will slow him down. It’s no use. He drives us to the water, the tips of my hair getting wet as I hang upside down.
His laughter echoes around us in the quiet space. Without warning, he throws me into the water. I cover my nose, eyes wide. When I break the surface, I gasp for air and glare at him. He’s cackling, holding his side.
“Was that necessary?” I shiver as I get accustomed to the water’s temperature.
“Sorry, it was too tempting not to. Besides, I think we both needed to cool down.”
“Not by throwing me in.” I splash water at him, but he’s already wet, so it’s pointless.
“Come ’ere.” He holds his arms out.
“Nope.” I swim away.
“Mads…” He pleads.
“Now you’re going to be all sweet. After you didn’t even let me put my hair in a bun?”