Subtle, little brother. Really fucking subtle.
“So, what are you—”
“Would you like to—”
Garrett and Avery laughed as they began speaking at the same time. With a smile, he motioned for her to continue. “Ladies first.”
“No, you go.”
“I was just going to ask if you wanted to go for a swim.”
“Oh, uh…” She bit her bottom lip and glanced out at the water. “Sure.”
Doing his damnedest not to think about how badlyhewanted to bite that lip, Garrett grinned. “Great. I’ll find a chair to set my towel and shoes on, and then we can—”
“You can put them on mine.”
“Okay, then. Lead the way.”
It turned out to be one of the best requests Garrett had ever uttered.
With Avery walking in front of him, he had the perfect opportunity to appreciate all of her other…assets.
Christ Almighty.
Thicker at the bottom, her heart-shaped ass tapered upward into a small, svelte waistline. She was petite, but not too thin. Which was perfect, since Garrett preferred women with a little meat on their bones.
From what he could see, Avery’s body was soft in all the right places.
Just like in my dream.
His cock jerked and swelled inside his shorts. Remembering the crowd around them, Garrett inconspicuously positioned the tall plastic cup in front of his crotch.
As he continued following Avery to her chair, he prayed the boxer briefs beneath his trunks were tight enough to keep his raging hard-on at bay. Yes, he was physically attracted to the enchanting woman. But what he felt went much deeper than that.
It made no sense. Like, at all. He barely knew anything about her. But rational or not, the connection he felt with this woman was real.
“This is me.”
Avery set her half-empty bottle of water onto the towel folded neatly on the lounger. Removing her hat, small purse, and sunglasses, she placed the purse with the other items, laying the hat over all to help keep it hidden.
“You can set your stuff wherever.”
After taking a big gulp of the watered-down drink, Garrett set the cup in the sand next to the chair. Dropping his towel next to Avery’s, he removed the black slides off his feet, nudging them under the chair. Next came his ballcap and sunglasses.
Grabbing the hem of his shirt, Garrett pulled the t-shirt up over his head, tossing it with the rest of his things. Avery sucked in a sharp breath.
“Oh my gosh!” Her wide eyes zeroed in on his chest. “What did you do?”
Fuck. He’d been so focused on her fine ass and luscious curves, he’d forgotten all about his bruise.
Quick on his feet, he didn’t skip a beat when he rolled out the first excuse that came to his mind.
“I’m on our company’s softball team. Took a line drive to the chest at our last game.”
“Ouch.” Her face scrunched together in an adorable-as-fuck way.
“Yeah.” He laughed it off. “Hurt like a bitch, but it looks worse now than it feels.”