ass and nipped at her lower lip, earning an even hotter look. But as she’d done moments before, she instantly regained control. She stepped from his arms just as his phone rang again.
She took her backpack from his shoulder with a sexy smirk and said, “I need to shower, and you need to get that call.”
He pulled his phone from his backpack and saw his sister’s name on the screen. “Even after all these years, Jilly’s still cockblocking us.” When they were younger, Jillian always seemed to wander into the yard or the room where they were making out. She and his other siblings called him often enough to keep tabs on him. He put the phone to his ear as they headed inside and said, “Hold on, Jilly.”
“Just point me in the direction of a cold shower,” Carly said.
He led her to the grand staircase, and as they headed up to the second floor with Bandit on their heels, he said, “I’m in the Peter Pan suite.” Charlotte loved fairy tales, and while she and Beau lived in a house on the property that her great-grandfather had renovated to replicate Snow White’s house, Beau had transformed each of the inn’s suites to have fairy-tale themes.
“Guess that makes me Wendy,” Carly said.
“Hey, it’s better than where they wanted to put me—in the Rapunzel suite.” He pointed to his hair.
“Your hair isn’t even that long, and I like it,” she said as he opened the door to the suite. “Don’t forget Jilly’s on the phone.”
“Shoot. Thanks. I’ll grab a fresh towel for you. Bandit likes to steal them.” Zev put the phone to his ear and headed down the hall to the linen closet. “Hey, Jilly, sorry about that. What’s up?”
“Was that Carly?” she asked enthusiastically.
“Who else would it be?” He pulled the phone away from his ear as she shrieked with delight.
“Does this mean you guys are back together? Did you guys finally talk after we left? How was it? Are you…?”
He chuckled as she shot off a half dozen questions. He grabbed a couple of towels from the linen closet and realized that Carly was getting naked right down the hall and he was on the phone with his sister. What the hell?
He stalked back down the hall, heating up at the thought of Carly stripping off her bikini, and said, “Jilly, I’m sorry, but I can’t really talk right now. Did you need something?”
“No! Go. I’m so excited for you guys. I have to call Char!”
He was about to remind her that Char was on her honeymoon as he entered the suite, but the bathroom door was ajar and he heard the shower running. All his thoughts turned to Carly. He ended the call, set his phone on the dresser, and knocked on the bathroom door, the force pushing it open. Steam billowed out from above the glass doors, behind which Carly stood with her face tipped up toward the shower spray. His gaze moved down the length of her, and his heart turned over in his chest when he came to I’m sure written in the steam on the glass.
He dropped the towels and pulled off his shirt. The hell with the concretions.
Carly turned, and their eyes locked through the hazy glass as he pulled off his boots. She slid the door open, watching as he finished undressing. She beckoned him with a crook of her finger and a sultry look in her eyes, sexier than any fantasy he’d ever conjured. She fucking owned him. No fantasy could come close to the woman he adored giving herself freely to him.
He stepped into the shower, gathering her slick body in his arms. “Carls,” he whispered as he lowered his mouth to hers.
Heat rocketed through him as her soft body conformed to his hard frame, and he intensified the kiss. Their bodies slithered, grinding and rocking as they feasted on each other’s mouths. Their hands were everywhere at once. He loved the way she touched him, grabbing his ass, clawing at his back. Her back hit the wall, but they didn’t slow down. He couldn’t get enough of her as he groped her breasts, ground his cock against her center. Desire pounded through him, and he tore his mouth away with a curse.
“I want all of you at once,” he growled.
“Take me, Zevy. All of me.”
He crushed his mouth to hers, making love to it like he wanted to make love to her—deep and possessive. He wanted to kiss