EIGHTEEN
STARTLED BY THE SQUIRT of cold lotion on her back, her torso rose a few inches from the flat lounge chair. The hands that pushed her down to massage the lotion into her skin belonged to the man who’d touched her everywhere. Those hands had been on her body so often they were becoming an extension of her.
Relaxing again, she smiled and settled into her happy half-slumber again.
“Sun’s dangerous, Little Red,” Danny said, taking his time about rubbing the lotion over her shoulders and down her ribs, his fingers meeting the side of her breasts more than once.
“So you keep telling me.”
Lying face down on the flat lounge chair, she’d untied the strings of her bikini so she wouldn’t have a line across her back. The Beast was just a few feet away. Home was in this perfect spot.
Her
