Free The Honeymoon Trap by Kelly Hunter Page A

that was probably only because he needed to find the key card to the door in order to get in. He shot her another worried look, this one a reflection in the recessed mirror. ‘Zoey, are you hurt?’
    ‘Relax, healer. I didn’t bust anything. I did take on a little more than I should have with that surf. I’ll come good.’
    ‘When?’
    ‘Soon as I get the sand out of… everywhere and order in a table full of room service.’ Zoey made sure to put a saunter in her step as Eli ushered her into the suite. He headed directly for the bathroom, turning the shower on and shoving his hand under the water until it ran hot and fast and steam began to rise.
    ‘What are you planning on broiling?’
    ‘You. And then I’m going to order in food. Is there anything on the menu that you don’t like?’
    ‘Mustard.’ She dropped her towel on the floor and stepped beneath the spray. She’d take her bikini off soon, all he had to do was leave the room. She put her hands to her hair, sluicing it away from her face and tried not to think about how this moment might go if Eli took it into his head to take the bikini off for her.
    ‘You’ve grazed your elbow,’ he told her gruffly and Zoey opened her eyes and looked.
    So she had. She’d put some cream on it later. There was some in her bag. She turned her back to him now and looked over her shoulder, deliberately teasing. ‘Did I graze my hip as well?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘Anywhere else?’
    He stepped a little closer. ‘Maybe your shoulder. But your hair’s in the way.’
    Obligingly, she scraped it to one side.
    ‘I still can’t see.’ His voice was nothing more than a low tortured rasp. ‘You’d have to step away from the spray.’
    ‘Or you could come closer.’
    ‘If I did that I’d be in the shower.’
    Mmn hmm. Zoey didn’t reply, just lifted her face to the spray.
    She knew the moment he joined her because the water started hitting the floor differently. The sound changed and then he reached past her for the shampoo. Moments later his fingers were in her hair, firm and capable as he massaged her scalp and worked the shampoo into her hair. Zoey groaned her appreciation and stepped back a little closer to the source of all that heat.
    She wasn’t stepping closer to the water.
    ‘Are you sure you weren’t a hairdresser in another life?’ she murmured languidly.
    ‘I can’t remember.’
    ‘Pretty sure you must’ve been.’ She let the water catch the edge of her lip, supersensitive to the faint sting of it. ‘I think I cut my lip.’
    ‘You haven’t.’
    ‘You can’t even see it.’
    ‘Saw it earlier.’
    ‘Maybe inside.’ She ran her tongue around the inside of her lips, testing, tasting, as he maneuvered her back beneath the spray and gently rinsed the suds from her hair. She kept her eyes closed as his fingers worked their magic and the suds fell mostly behind her, and then he turned her, cupped her head in his hands and gently laid his lips on hers, lips that soon made way for a questing tongue that traced the inner rim of her lips with exquisite care.
    ‘No cuts,’ he whispered into her mouth.
    ‘Are you sure?’
    A deeper kiss followed. ‘Yes. Where else needs washing?’
    ‘Everywhere. But mostly where there’s sand. And that’s mostly in my bikini,’ she added helpfully.
    ‘Perhaps you should take it off.’
    Perhaps she should.
    The tiniest shred of modesty she owned had her turning around to put her back to him again as she raised her hand to the bikini tie at her neck. One quick tug and it came undone.
    Eli got helpful after that and the other tie came undone too. The little blue scrap of material fell to the floor of the tub as Zoey breathed deeply and tried to settle her sudden onslaught of nerves. She reached for the soap gel, lathered up her hands and ran them over her stomach, gathering the courage to show him what she wanted, which was his hands on her body, on her breasts, his thumbs flicking the hard little nubs of each