Seduction on the Sand (The Billionaires of Barefoot Bay #2)(25)

Someone who likes to...”

She cringed, not knowing what to expect.

“Milk goats.” He was close to her again, so close she startled, almost dropping the spatula.

Without warning, he lifted her hair, exposing her neck. She’d changed into jeans and a tank top, covered with an apron and was currently up to her elbows in rubber gloves and lye... but he made her feel naked.

“What are you doing?”

“Testing the fragrance. I need to smell it on you.”

Soft cotton tickled her skin, followed by a warm breath. “Mmm. Almond?”

“Yes.” The scent was strong and distinctive, but her whole body was reacting to touch, not smell.

Tingling, tightening, bracing for a man.

“It gave you goose bumps,” he observed, kissing a few and making the chills worse.

“Now there’s a fragrance name. Goose bumps.”

He chuckled into another light kiss, disguised as a sniff.

“That won’t sell.” He kissed her skin again. “You know what gave me goose bumps?”

She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear, but waited while he stroked her shoulder.



“The first time I saw you at the resort.” He rubbed a slow, small circle. “Running away from me with your hair flying and your cute little bare feet in the sand.”

She stood stone still, not caring that the soap might gel if she didn’t stir fast enough. She had to hear the rest.

“When you turned around, with the sun setting like back lighting on you, it gave me chills.” He kissed the spot he’d been rubbing, pressing his lips to her skin until it burned. “So let’s call this one…Casa Blanca Sunset.”

She couldn’t help sucking in a surprised breath. “That’s so pretty!”

“Exactly what I thought when I saw you.”

Laughing, she tilted her face toward him. “You really are good. Gifted, in fact.”

He let their foreheads touch. “One down. How many do I need to name again?”

“As many as you can, but I’d like four.” If she could take it.

Another kiss, and he was gone, opening more bottles and sniffing. She busied herself by pouring out some of the mixture and finding her emulsifier to make the froth that would give the soap its creamy texture.

“This is nice.” He inhaled loudly. “What’s a mimosa flower?”

“It’s why the island you’re on is called Mimosa Key. They’re incredibly bright pink, fuzzy flowers that bloom everywhere in the spring.”

“Sounds like a drink to me. Do you have anything that smells like an orange?”

“Extract. There should be some over there.” She touched the button of the electric emulsifier, the low hum drowning out other sounds and sending a slight vibration up her hand as she worked the liquid into a froth.

Suddenly, his hand was over hers, gripping the tool with her, his other hand under her nose with a cotton ball. “What’s that smell like?”

Tangy oranges and sweet flowers. Maybe... “Brunch on the Beach?”

“Yeah, but let’s go with something more poetic. Mimosa Mornings.”

“Oh.” She dropped her head back, letting it hit his solid shoulder. “You’re a genius.”

He dragged a finger over her lips, her chin, and her throat. “You inspire me.”

She kept her eyes closed, flicking off the emulsifier to revel in a different buzz, the slight touch of his fingertip on her breastbone.

“Let me put it right here and see how it smells.” Turning her to face him, he held her gaze for one second, then dipped his head, past her mouth, lower, lower to brush his mouth right along the top of her protective apron. His tongue flicked in her cleavage.

“Um, Becker. People aren’t going to eat my soap.”

He chuckled and slowly lifted his head. “When a woman smells this good, I want a taste.”

The aroma wafted up, as sweet and light as the kiss on her lips. He kept it chaste and quick, leaving her wanting more when he stepped away. “We’ve got morning and sunset covered. Let me see what I can cook up for nighttime.”

That she knew she couldn’t take. “That’s probably enough.”

He inched back. “Don’t you want four?”

“I want…” She let out a nervous laugh. “To stop giving you excuses to kiss me.”

His eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “Be right back.”

When he stepped away, she finished creaming the mixture and catching her breath, not daring to look over her shoulder at him. Maybe she should find a reason to go into the trailer, lock the door, and wait him out. Maybe she should—



“Night-Blooming Jasmine,” he said. “I like the sound of that.”





“It’s—”

“Seductive.”

She smiled and slipped off her latex gloves, stepping away from the soap mixture to get her molds.

As she turned, he was right there, inches away.

“Close your eyes,” he ordered.

“I don’t need to.”

“Close and enjoy this.”

Enjoy what? Another trip down to her breasts? What did he have in mind now? “Elliott…”