Stand-In Saturday (Love For Days #2) - Kirsty Moseley Page 0,39

closest I’ve come to sex with anyone other than myself in three months. Make it good, will you?” I joke.

“I’ll try my best.”

He laughs and slides onto the sun lounger behind me, legs on either side of my body so I’m nestled against his crotch. Hot breath blows across my shoulders, and I feel a shiver of appreciation tickle down my spine.

It started as a joke, but as soon as his hands are on me, rubbing the cream into my skin with firm, confident strokes, my insides turn to goo. It feels so intimate, so sexual, that my stomach clenches. Against my backside, I feel him getting hard, and my eyes widen in shock as my pulse skyrockets.

It’s then that I realise, to my horror, that I’m actually growing wet. From him rubbing in sun cream. He has a talent; that’s for sure.

His hands on my body are heaven. I never want it to end.

When his magic fingers have worked all the cream into my skin and there’s a significant ache of longing between my legs, he leans in, his chest pressing against my now-slick back as his arms rest across the top of his legs. His hands are so teasingly close to touching my thighs, it makes my breath catch.

“So, was it good for you?” he whispers in my ear.

“It was great for me.” I giggle.

I turn to look at him over my shoulder as I deliberately press further back into his warm, hard body, needing to feel closer to him. His face is merely a couple of centimetres from mine, his mouth so close that I can almost taste the citrusy drink on his breath as it blows across my lips. Every nerve ending in my body is alive and singing.

He reaches out and smooths a few stray hairs back into my bun, his fingertips teasing and light. He doesn’t take his warm, playful eyes from mine; it’s like I’m trapped in his gaze as I become aware of every place that our bodies touch. He’s doing that eye-fucking thing again as his teeth sink into his bottom lip. It makes my knees weak, so I’m glad I’m already sitting.

His thumb lazily traces across the side of my thigh, and my whole body prickles and braces for impact when his mouth slowly starts descending towards mine. I hold my breath, my heart jackhammering against my ribs. I’ve never wanted to be kissed more.

“Uncle Theo!”

We both startle just as our mouths were about to connect, and he jerks back, whipping his head to the side as Carys comes bustling out of the hotel, hurtling towards us, everyone else following behind her with drinks in their hands. My mouth drops open, and I blink rapidly in shock because of what almost happened. We were about to kiss.

Theo pushes himself away from me slightly. There’s a fumbling against my back as he rearranges himself downstairs, and then he stands and grins at his niece. They hug, and she basically drags him by the hand away from me and over to her mum and Finley.

My heart still hasn’t stopped racing.

Heather looks at me over the top of her sunglasses, her eyebrows in her hairline. “Good grief, that was hot. Damn. So much sexual tension. I might have to go for a cold shower.” She vigorously fans her face.

I chuckle and nod, puffing out my cheeks and dramatically blowing the air out. “Me too.”

Amy plops into the lounger next to me and looks between Heather and me as she sips her Coke. “What did I miss?” She frowns, clearly sensing the charged atmosphere.

Heather opens her mouth to speak, but I shake my head, trying to look innocent. “Nothing.”

I settle back and get comfy, pulling my knees up and slipping on my shades. Theo comes back then and starts exchanging some stupid banter with Amy, but I don’t hear any of it because at the same time … he also removes his shirt. It comes off in one smooth, sexy movement, inch by inch, exposing tanned, toned skin, abs, pecs, shoulders, muscles. He even has the V-line thing going on.

Holy moly.

My thighs clench, and my mouth goes dry. My eyes seem to have a mind of their own as they zero in, taking in every damn fine inch of it, committing it to memory. He’s beautiful, all tall, sculpted perfection. I want to lean in and press my face against his chest, tickle my nose on that small spattering of hair he has below