Taming Lily (The Fowler Sisters #3)(48)

“Assholes hang out in fancy resorts, too, princess. Don’t think you’re so untouchable. That’ll get you in trouble.” I release her hand to tap my index finger against the tip of her nose.

She presses her lips together, her gaze never leaving mine. “I have a habit of that. Getting into trouble.”

The grin that spreads across my face can’t be contained. “Why am I not surprised?”

“People hate me for it,” she admits.

My grin fades, just like that. “Who could hate you?” She drives me insane, but in a good way. In a let’s get together and f*ck each other’s brains out way.

I don’t really know her, though. What she does on a day-to-day basis. What her normal life is like. This woman in front of me is vacation Lily, not real-life Lily. For all I know she’s a raging bitch who makes everyone crazy with her needy, arrogant ways.

“Lots of people hate me.” She stands up taller, throwing back her shoulders. “Hopefully not you, though.”

“Never me, baby girl,” I say, meaning every word I say. How can I hate her when she looks at me like that, her skin shining from the sun, her body on blatant display, just for me? Grabbing her hand once again, I lead her around the house, taking the same path I did a couple of nights ago when I snuck into her room. The slider is unlocked, just as she said it would be, and she darts inside while I wait for her on the lanai, coming back out in a few minutes with a towel in one hand, sunscreen in the other, and her sunglasses firmly in place.

She drops the towel and sunscreen on the lounge chair closest to her and turns so her back is to me. “Will you unhook it?”

I stare at her back, knowing exactly what she wants me to do but wanting her to spell it out. “Unhook what?”

Lily glances at me from over her shoulder. “My top.”

Reaching out, I do as she requests, my fingers brushing against her smooth skin when I ease the clear plastic hook out and the top springs apart. She sheds it with a flick of her fingers, letting it drop to the lounge chair before she turns to face me, clad in the skimpy bikini bottom and nothing else.

“Could you help me put some sunscreen on?” she asks, eyes wide, voice full of innocence.

A trap. I know what she’s trying to do, but it’s a trap I’m willingly walking into because hell yes, my fingers are itching to rub sunscreen all over her body. Any excuse to touch her again.

Not that I need one.

“Lay down,” I order, and she grabs hold of the sunscreen bottle, handing it to me before she settles onto the lounger, lying on her stomach so all I see is the smooth skin of her back, her ass barely covered by the bikini, and those long, sexy legs tempting me.

Every bit of her tempts me and she knows it.

Her arms are folded beneath her head, her right cheek resting on her clasped fingers, as she watches me from behind her sunglasses. I nudge at her legs and she scoots them over, allowing me room to sit on the edge of the lounger as I open the bottle of sunscreen and squirt a huge dollop of liquid into the palm of my hand.

I rub my hands together and start on her shoulders, smoothing the creamy lotion all over her warm skin until the sunscreen is absorbed. A dreamy sigh escapes her, making my dick twitch, and I power on, my hands moving lower, to the base of her spine, just above her ass.

I love her skin. The way it feels beneath my hands, her intoxicating scent. I swear I feel her quiver beneath my touch when I start in on her legs, my fingers curling around her ankles and spreading her a little bit. Not obscenely, oh no, but just enough to make her think of sex.

Sex with me. Hopefully she’s remembering just how good it was between us. I know I sure as hell am. I want to touch her there, between her legs. I know she’d be wet and hot and the moment I pushed my fingers deep, she’d moan.

I slide my eager fingers up, tickling the back of her knees and making her giggle. She has a sexy laugh. She has a sexy everything. When I touch her thighs, she stiffens the slightest bit, just before she starts to relax as I massage her skin, my fingers curling around the inside of her thighs, drawing closer, closer …

A little whimper escapes her when I hook a finger beneath her bottoms, my thumb tracing the luscious curve of her ass. She shivers and tilts her head—I can tell she’s watching me from behind her sunglasses—and I keep my gaze fixed on her as I sneak my finger in farther, until I’m touching her *.

Fucking soaked. Just like I knew she’d be.

“Max.” The whispery groan that falls from her lips makes my cock hard. I trace her slit, tease her, slip inside her with a shallow thrust, and she spreads her legs farther, giving me better access. “Please.”

“Please what, princess?” I sound tense. My voice cracks and I’m sweating, and not because of the sun barreling down on us.

“More,” she whispers, another moan falling from her lips when I cup her.

“More what? What do you want me to do?” She’s a dirty girl. I know it. And she’s not ashamed to show her wicked side, either. Lily has no problem asking for what she wants. She has a confidence I can’t help but admire. Even better, she does as I demand, no questions asked.

It’s almost like she was made for me. What would it be like, seeing her again once we both return to New York? What would she say if I told her I lived close to her, that we could be together again? Not just have some island fling but a real … relationship.