Free SeductiveIntent by Angela Claire Page B

my shins since this wrap isn’t
long enough to cover those.”
    When she reached for the bottle, he whipped it out of her
reach. “No, no, none of that. I brought the sunscreen out. I get to put it on.”
    Hard to read her expression under all that armor, but she
just settled back on her elbows, gazing out to the ocean. “Sure. Just let me
know when you’re done with it.”
    “Oh no. I’m not putting it on me. I already put mine on
inside. I’m putting it on you.”
    Before she could object, he unzipped her cover-up, parting
the sides and pulling it off her arms. When he saw the bounty he’d uncovered,
he swallowed, hard. The coral-colored two-piece suit was not especially daring,
given the string bikinis common on beaches these days, or even the topless sunbathing
in Europe of course. It wasn’t the suit that was so sexy, but what it did to
the body it covered—using that term fairly loosely. The bottoms rose high on
her slim hips, accentuating the miles of legs below, baring her tiny waist. And
then the cups of the top. Two pieces of material accentuating the most perfect
of breasts.
    Determined to keep it light, though, he fiddled with the
strap of one side of her bikini top. “This is a private beach. You don’t need
this if you don’t want.”
    Sophia looked up and down the deserted strip of sand, the
blue-green water lapping calmly at the shore line. “Couldn’t somebody be
walking along here? Maybe from one of the hotels farther down the beach?”
    “Nobody ever walks this far. And if they did, the privacy
signs would keep them out.”
    Well, now he was just outright lying. Those signs didn’t
keep anybody out if they wanted a long walk straight down the beach and the
Becketts had never minded one way or the other. It was true that most tourists
seemed content with the strip of beach at their own hotel and didn’t wander too
far off track, but if they wanted to, neither Brendan nor any of his family
ever had a problem with it.
    Right now, though, he wished there was an electrified fence
guarding his privacy with this girl. But he didn’t push it. “If you want to
keep your top on, that’s okay. Lie back.”
    He pulled her hat off as she complied, spreading her hair
out around her as he leaned over.
     
    Sophia had seen Brendan Beckett naked, the other night when
they’d broken into his apartment and before that, notably when she had been
watching him make love to another woman. So she didn’t think that seeing him in
a swimsuit today would be any big deal. Oh, was she wrong. He was gorgeous of
course. But what was different this time was that he was for her, if she wanted
him. And what woman in her right mind wouldn’t want him? Well, maybe a
twenty-something—God, would she never get over this childish preoccupation with
the fact that she didn’t know when her birthday was?—virgin con woman who was
good at baiting men but wasn’t exactly sure what to do if she caught one.
    A con woman who, by the way, was supposed to be conning this
hot guy, not necessarily falling for him.
    Virgin. She cringed at the thought at her age, whatever the
hell it was.
    Brendan squeezed a dollop of sunscreen into his palm and lay
down next to her on his side on the oversized towel. Balancing his head on the
hand without the sunscreen, he looked down at his other hand, which was now
spreading the sunscreen over her stomach. As if he had to watch and feel at the
same time.
    The lotion felt cool to the touch. Nice in the heat of the
tropical sun. His hand, however, was doing anything but cooling her off. It
traveled in slow circles, getting closer and closer to the edges of both the
top and bottom of her two-piece in its forays.
    “That feels good,” she murmured, trying to stay in bait mode
and not give in to the pleasure, which of course was absolutely impossible. He
leaned down to her and took a leisurely kiss. She kissed him back, their
tongues only slightly in each other’s mouths.
    Her senses were clamoring