up and swallow her. Clearly it wasn’t going to, so she did the next best thing and dragged the sheet over her hotly embarrassed face. “Just go. I’m dying of embarrassment here.” She felt him move and immediately thought he had got up to leave. Instead, he was just rolling over to peel the sheet back from her face to reveal the red flush of dire embarrassment.
He didn’t say anything and she could almost feel his warm breath on her face as he stared down at her. Finally curiosity outweighed embarrassment and she cautiously opened her eyes a crack. When he had her full attention, he said, “There’s nothing embarrassing about asking for a little attention.” His voice was soft and almost caressing. “If I knew you better and circumstances were different, I’d act on this attraction that we both clearly feel and give you all the attention both of us evidently want.” He emphasised the word evidently.
He drew her attention momentarily from the directness of his clear blue gaze by glancing to the clearly outlined erection in his dark grey mini cotton bike shorts. The fact that he purposely disclosed his very obvious arousal provided an equalling factor between them. “But for now, we need to take things steady, and you need to be thinking with a clear head.”
He caught her chin in the soft cup of his hand and returned her eyes to his. “How do you like your coffee?” He ended the question with the easy smirk and before she could answer, he had lowered his head to brush her lips with his. Again it was an incredibly light kiss but his lips lingered longer and hinted very much at what it would be like if caution was thrown to the wind.
She smiled at the obvious tease and the easy rapport that he had effortlessly restored between them. Her confidence returned. “White with two.”
“Coming right up, gorgeous. I’ll meet you on the veranda in five.” With that, he unfolded his long, elegantly muscled body from the bed and headed for the door. On reaching the door, he turned and gave her what she saw as his trademark grin and a sly wink. He was gone and her heart was doing little flip-flops in her chest.
She quickly rose and attended to bathroom needs. It was a choice between her borrowed and very rumpled T-shirt or the skimpy dress. The T-shirt won out for the moment.
Bray hastily headed back to his room and threw on a loose singlet and dark pair of a popular brand board shorts. He ran a hand through his sleep-tussled hair and it fell in to place exactly as it had been cut to. He needed to have a serious chat with Rihanna—and soon—before things developed anymore between them. There was a serious job to do and there was also this brewing attraction that didn’t seem to want to go away that was going to need to be addressed.
He needed to give her a bit of information as to what he did—she was going to have to be attached to his side for the foreseeable future until this mess was sorted out. Her safety was paramount. He really needed to have her as a willing participant in solving this incident. If she wasn’t willing, his job would become about one hundred times more difficult to perform.
These thoughts were cutting swiftly through his head as he went about making coffee for them both. Feeling his stomach growling, he grabbed a couple of tubs of yoghurt and some fresh stone fruit from the fridge. What woman didn’t like yoghurt and fruit? He placed it all out on a long, heavy timber table that sat off to the side of the reclining lounges they had used last night. He wanted to be able to look her directly in the eye as he spoke to her and the outdoor lounge chairs, although comfortable, would not work for the discussion he had in mind.
He strategically placed himself with his back to the railing under the overhanging roof providing necessary shelter from the harsh rays of the Queensland sun at the height of summer. Already mid-morning, there wasn’t much time to waste.
Bray didn’t have much
He didn’t say anything and she could almost feel his warm breath on her face as he stared down at her. Finally curiosity outweighed embarrassment and she cautiously opened her eyes a crack. When he had her full attention, he said, “There’s nothing embarrassing about asking for a little attention.” His voice was soft and almost caressing. “If I knew you better and circumstances were different, I’d act on this attraction that we both clearly feel and give you all the attention both of us evidently want.” He emphasised the word evidently.
He drew her attention momentarily from the directness of his clear blue gaze by glancing to the clearly outlined erection in his dark grey mini cotton bike shorts. The fact that he purposely disclosed his very obvious arousal provided an equalling factor between them. “But for now, we need to take things steady, and you need to be thinking with a clear head.”
He caught her chin in the soft cup of his hand and returned her eyes to his. “How do you like your coffee?” He ended the question with the easy smirk and before she could answer, he had lowered his head to brush her lips with his. Again it was an incredibly light kiss but his lips lingered longer and hinted very much at what it would be like if caution was thrown to the wind.
She smiled at the obvious tease and the easy rapport that he had effortlessly restored between them. Her confidence returned. “White with two.”
“Coming right up, gorgeous. I’ll meet you on the veranda in five.” With that, he unfolded his long, elegantly muscled body from the bed and headed for the door. On reaching the door, he turned and gave her what she saw as his trademark grin and a sly wink. He was gone and her heart was doing little flip-flops in her chest.
She quickly rose and attended to bathroom needs. It was a choice between her borrowed and very rumpled T-shirt or the skimpy dress. The T-shirt won out for the moment.
Bray hastily headed back to his room and threw on a loose singlet and dark pair of a popular brand board shorts. He ran a hand through his sleep-tussled hair and it fell in to place exactly as it had been cut to. He needed to have a serious chat with Rihanna—and soon—before things developed anymore between them. There was a serious job to do and there was also this brewing attraction that didn’t seem to want to go away that was going to need to be addressed.
He needed to give her a bit of information as to what he did—she was going to have to be attached to his side for the foreseeable future until this mess was sorted out. Her safety was paramount. He really needed to have her as a willing participant in solving this incident. If she wasn’t willing, his job would become about one hundred times more difficult to perform.
These thoughts were cutting swiftly through his head as he went about making coffee for them both. Feeling his stomach growling, he grabbed a couple of tubs of yoghurt and some fresh stone fruit from the fridge. What woman didn’t like yoghurt and fruit? He placed it all out on a long, heavy timber table that sat off to the side of the reclining lounges they had used last night. He wanted to be able to look her directly in the eye as he spoke to her and the outdoor lounge chairs, although comfortable, would not work for the discussion he had in mind.
He strategically placed himself with his back to the railing under the overhanging roof providing necessary shelter from the harsh rays of the Queensland sun at the height of summer. Already mid-morning, there wasn’t much time to waste.
Bray didn’t have much
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