Free Uncut by Betty Womack Page B

would be to let him know she watched him.
    Not yet. Not when he was being his completely uninhibited self, lean muscles flexing under his bronze skin while he turned over everything in his luggage. She weaved a little in her state of hunger, craving the flex of his thighs and biceps against her skin. Even his feet were sexy.
    Okay, okay. Enough now
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    “Ahem.” He wasn’t the least bit uncomfortable in his bare assed state. “Lose something?”
    He held his arms out to his sides and grinned. “Can’t find my trunks.”
    Try as she might, Lana couldn’t keep her eyes off his cock. Her gaze touched him with growing pleasure building in her body. She knew full well how that hefty appendage filled her and became part of her. She pulled her attention to his face, trying to appear untouched by what she saw.
    “I hope it’s not a Speedo.”
    He grinned and rubbed the back of his head. “Those things are for kids. I don’t need chicks falling all over me.” He took a step toward her. “Unless it’s you.”
    “Find your trunks and let’s get moving.” She’d sounded nervous, even to herself. “Check your carry on again. Do you want me to look?”
    “You already did.” He put on his sunglasses and smiled at her.
    * * * *
    Sam was proud of himself for keeping his dick at low tide, but it had been a hell of a struggle. Pearly just naturally made him think of sex. She’d watched him a while before she made that prissy noise to let him know she had taken inventory of his goods.
    He’d come close to kissing her. Damn, he wanted her. She’d been his for a short few hours and afterwards he’d gone crazy thinking about her. But this wasn’t the time. It was strictly duty, and she’d made that clear.
    He waited until she had settled into a deck chair, stretched out with a bottle of sunscreen in her hand.
    Okay, Horn. Get to it
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    “I’ll grease you up, babe.” Her gaze revealed a hard warning. “Don’t worry. I won’t touch anything I haven’t before.”
    He pooled a palm full of the fragrant oil and rubbed his hands together to warm it. Lord, his hands were shaking. She turned onto her stomach and he rubbed the oil over her back and shoulders, the feel of her firm flesh under his hands arousing him.
    “Want your legs oiled?” Sam grinned at her silent direction. She waved her pretty fingers toward her ass. “That’s a yes?”
    She lifted to her elbows, looking over her shoulder. “Get it over with, Horn. I can do the front.”
    He took a good long look at the sweet buns in her suit, remembering the feel of the firmness in his hands. Her back looked strong and her waist slender, tempting him to go places he shouldn’t. Suddenly parched, he cleared his throat.
    “How about something to drink?” Sam looked around, locating the Antigua party across the pool. “Looks like a stag party and Antigua’s the only stag present.”
    Lana sat up to gaze around. “Look how he expects those women to kiss his ass.”
    “Pearly. I’m shocked by your coarse talk.” Sam pushed her down on the deck chair. “Different cultures. Different ways.”
    She allowed him to oil her arms. He liked the hat she plopped onto her head, all the time keeping an eye on where he put his hands. He knew it was for others’ benefit, but she giggled when his hands gripped her calves.
    “Thank you, Ms. Pearly. Now start taking pictures.”
    Sam had gotten a jolt from her giggle, but several new hired guns joining Antigua erased his lusty thoughts. Where the hell had they come from?
    He pretended to put lotion on Lana’s face, leaning close to her. “I recognize those two from file photos. They’re probably tailing Antigua to see if he brought the cash.”
    She looked every bit the wide-eyed tourist, snapping pictures of him and the entourage. She laughed happily when several seabirds flapped over the ship, taking pictures and chattering happily.
    “Better do something romantic, Sam.” She put her arms around his neck to pull him