Sometime later, Jude hoisted himself out of the pool. Water dripped down his body, and his soaked shorts clung to his legs. Bryna couldn’t tear her eyes away. He lazily smiled at her as if he didn’t already know that she was staring at him with desperate need.
“So,” he said, taking a seat on her lounger. He planted a kiss on her lips, and water trickled down her white bathing suit.
“So,” she muttered. She ran her fingers up into his dark wet hair and tugged him back down for another kiss.
“I might have planned something for you today.”
She arched an eyebrow. “You took me on a private plane to Saint Barts. I don’t think you need to plan anything else!”
“But I like to,” he said, looking meaningfully into her eyes. “You appreciate it.”
“I do.” Their fingers interlocked, and she leaned i
