It felt great,” she muttered. “But you spent a fortune to get me to
look pretty, and now you’ve ruined it. They spent ages getting my hair just right
.
“I haven’t ruined anything.” His arms tightened over her bikini-clad
body. She saw they’d gone farther from the shore. The water now reached his
waist, and she could feel the slide of the waves moving sinuously and
languorously against her backside and thighs. Her cheeks grew hot as she
realized the crocheted yarn bikini, with all its tiny holes, was transparent when
wet. “I’m done with this party,” Hazel growled, looking down at her. His hands
tightened. “I’m taking you home.”
At the rough sound of his voice, a shiver went through her. Tension
coiled low in her belly as his dark gaze devoured her with ruthless hunger.
As he sta
