Free Belize: Bad Boys on the Beach Book Two by Kimberly Fox

our group so we head over there. I dump my bag on a chair in the sun and Chase quickly claims the chair next to me by throwing his tank top on it.
    He stands there grinning at me as he waits for me to take off my shorts and tank top. From the way his eyes are glued to me, there’s no point in fighting him. I’m a bit self-conscious getting down to my bikini in front of him but I play it cool. I’m sporty and work out regularly so I am pretty fit. Still, every girl has a list of imaginary flaws to worry about.
    I pull off my tank top and Chase mutters a ‘Goddamn’ under his breath.
    “What was that?” I ask, smiling on the inside.
    “Huh?” he asks, too focused on my chest to have understood anything else.
    “Yeah I thought so.”
    He straightens up as I hook my fingers into my shorts to pull them down. Fuck it . I slide them down my legs and I hear a little groan escape from his throat as he watches.
    “Suntan lotion?” I ask, offering him the bottle.
    “Absolutely,” he says, jumping up. I squirt a glob onto his palm and he steps forward. “I should do your chest first,” he says, reaching towards my breasts. “They always burn first.”
    “I meant for you, you dolt,” I say, slapping his hand away playfully.
    His face drops like I’m his doctor and I just told him that he’s impotent. “Oh,” he mutters. “I already have some on.”
    I slap his palm with mine, scratching off the suntan lotion with my hand. He gawks as he watches me spread it on my stomach.
    “There’s a spectacular view of the ocean,” I say with a raised eyebrow. “Why don’t you look over there?”
    He huffs. “The only way I’m looking over there is if you walk over there. The view here is too good.”
    “You’re lucky I left my pepper spray up in my room,” I say, unable to hide my smile. It’s been too long since a man has looked at me the way he is right now. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t like it.
    “Ready?” he asks when I’m all suntan lotioned up. He waves his hand forward. “Ladies first.”
    I step back and cross my arms. “So you can stare at my ass the whole way there?” I say with a furrowed brow. “I don’t think so. That’s such a male scam. Pretend to be a gentleman and let the woman walk through the door first but really you’re staring at her ass the entire time? I’m not falling for that.”
    “Ha,” he laughs. “I’ve never thought of it that way but I guess you’re right.”
    “Sure you didn’t,” I say sarcastically.
    “Fine,” he says, stepping forward. “I’ll go first and you can stare at my ass.”
    “In your dreams,” I say as he walks ahead of me but my eyes are glued to his board shorts over his hard ass. The naked image of it running to the balcony last night keeps replaying in my head. I’ve never cared about asses on guys but I have a feeling that Chase is going to change all of that. How can you not fall in love with those cheeks?
    The water is just the right temperature. Cool enough to be refreshing in the hot sun but warm enough that you can stay in there all day, floating around with a slushy drink and a hot Navy SEAL.
    The waves hit my knees and I dive in letting the cool water wash over my face and closed eyelids. That feeling right there is worth the price of the plane ticket.
    We swim out a bit where there’s no one around us. Chase floats on his back with his eyes closed, breathing slowly. His abs are flexed and his wet bathing suit traces the long shape of his package.
    “Do you know what I would have given for this feeling all of those months in the hot desert hiking in full battle gear?” he asks, breathing peacefully. “I would have emptied half my bank account for ten seconds of this.”
    I watch his calm face admiring how handsome he is when he’s not grinning or smirking after saying a perverted comment. It’s so sexy that he’s a Navy SEAL but I forget what that actually means, what he actually goes through. I can’t imagine what