me.”
“A good thing I’ll have room in my bag.”
The film crew’s dinghy motored toward them, cameras pointed their way.
Nick cursed. “They’re still filming us.”
Addie sighed. “So much for beating them.”
“Guess they want the money shot.” That was what Nick called their kisses. “How does short and sweet sound?”
“Good.” They’d named their kisses while floating on a raft for two and being brought an endless supply of Piña Coladas. Tried and true. Short and sweet. Passionate and prolonged. Long and lustful. Hungry and hot. Explosive and everlasting. Not that she could describe the differences between anyone of them, except short and sweet. That one she could handle, even if she longed for more. Addie wiped the water from her face. “Hard to do anything else while treading water wearing snorkel gear.”
The boat came closer.
“Ready?” Nick asked, his arms around her.
No, but she nodded anyway. “Showtime.”
Addie kissed him. Her mouth moved gently over his, the taste of salt and water and heat on his lips. She loved how he tasted, how he felt.
He tightened his arms around her, pressing his mouth against hers.
Sensations pulsated through her. She reminded herself to kick so Nick wasn’t holding them both up.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured.
He sure had. Addie would never get enough of his kisses. She clung to him, opening her mouth wider and deepening the kiss. He followed her lead, pulling her closer, until she felt his heartbeat against her breast.
Heat built within her. A growing ache, too. Need.
A warning bell sounded in her head.
Short and sweet.
Oops. She kissed him once more, then pulled back, expecting him to let go of her. He didn’t.
His charming smile made her want to kiss him again. But she knew that wasn’t necessary. The film crew had what the needed. Unlike her. She wanted . . .
Don’t go there.
Nothing more was possible.
Nick grinned. “That was more hungry and hot, than short and sweet.”
“You complaining?”
“Not at all.” His mouth slanted. “Looks like they got their money shot and are finished.”
Her lips throbbed from his kiss. She forced herself not to touch them. “I’m finished, too.”
“It’s been a long day.”
“I’m ready to go back to the bure and rest.”
“A nap is in order. Don’t forget. We’re having dinner at the resort, then drinks at the bar. Time to mingle and meet other guests.”
“Bored with me?” she joked, though she wouldn’t blame him if he were. Sleeping and shower time was the only times they hadn’t been together since they arrived on the island five days ago. “I won’t be offended if you are.”
“Nope.” His arms slid from around her, making her miss his warmth. “But if we tell the crew we’re having another private dinner, they’re going to want to film us.”
“Good point,” Addie agreed. She enjoyed their dinners alone, but not having to deal with the film crew while she ate would be a relief. “Getting out and socializing with the other guests will be fun.”
H ours later, she stood at the bar next to Nick, wishing they’d eaten alone and were being filmed by the crew. Oh, she’d been having fun until five minutes ago when a beautiful, busty strawberry blonde woman in a low-cut blouse sat at the opposite end of the bar. Addie might have been out of the dating scene for a while, but she recognized the I-want-you signals being sent Nick’s way. She couldn’t believe the nerve of the woman.
Who flirted so blatantly with a guy’s wife next to him?
Addie’s blood pressure spiraled. She fought the urge to flash her wedding band and kiss Nick on the lips. Territorial, yes, but the need to stake her claim was strong, even if she had no more right to him than the flirtatious stranger.
Nick didn’t seem to notice the attention, but everyone else, including the staff, was staring at her. Maybe Nick was ignoring the woman or pretending not to see her. They were getting
“A good thing I’ll have room in my bag.”
The film crew’s dinghy motored toward them, cameras pointed their way.
Nick cursed. “They’re still filming us.”
Addie sighed. “So much for beating them.”
“Guess they want the money shot.” That was what Nick called their kisses. “How does short and sweet sound?”
“Good.” They’d named their kisses while floating on a raft for two and being brought an endless supply of Piña Coladas. Tried and true. Short and sweet. Passionate and prolonged. Long and lustful. Hungry and hot. Explosive and everlasting. Not that she could describe the differences between anyone of them, except short and sweet. That one she could handle, even if she longed for more. Addie wiped the water from her face. “Hard to do anything else while treading water wearing snorkel gear.”
The boat came closer.
“Ready?” Nick asked, his arms around her.
No, but she nodded anyway. “Showtime.”
Addie kissed him. Her mouth moved gently over his, the taste of salt and water and heat on his lips. She loved how he tasted, how he felt.
He tightened his arms around her, pressing his mouth against hers.
Sensations pulsated through her. She reminded herself to kick so Nick wasn’t holding them both up.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured.
He sure had. Addie would never get enough of his kisses. She clung to him, opening her mouth wider and deepening the kiss. He followed her lead, pulling her closer, until she felt his heartbeat against her breast.
Heat built within her. A growing ache, too. Need.
A warning bell sounded in her head.
Short and sweet.
Oops. She kissed him once more, then pulled back, expecting him to let go of her. He didn’t.
His charming smile made her want to kiss him again. But she knew that wasn’t necessary. The film crew had what the needed. Unlike her. She wanted . . .
Don’t go there.
Nothing more was possible.
Nick grinned. “That was more hungry and hot, than short and sweet.”
“You complaining?”
“Not at all.” His mouth slanted. “Looks like they got their money shot and are finished.”
Her lips throbbed from his kiss. She forced herself not to touch them. “I’m finished, too.”
“It’s been a long day.”
“I’m ready to go back to the bure and rest.”
“A nap is in order. Don’t forget. We’re having dinner at the resort, then drinks at the bar. Time to mingle and meet other guests.”
“Bored with me?” she joked, though she wouldn’t blame him if he were. Sleeping and shower time was the only times they hadn’t been together since they arrived on the island five days ago. “I won’t be offended if you are.”
“Nope.” His arms slid from around her, making her miss his warmth. “But if we tell the crew we’re having another private dinner, they’re going to want to film us.”
“Good point,” Addie agreed. She enjoyed their dinners alone, but not having to deal with the film crew while she ate would be a relief. “Getting out and socializing with the other guests will be fun.”
H ours later, she stood at the bar next to Nick, wishing they’d eaten alone and were being filmed by the crew. Oh, she’d been having fun until five minutes ago when a beautiful, busty strawberry blonde woman in a low-cut blouse sat at the opposite end of the bar. Addie might have been out of the dating scene for a while, but she recognized the I-want-you signals being sent Nick’s way. She couldn’t believe the nerve of the woman.
Who flirted so blatantly with a guy’s wife next to him?
Addie’s blood pressure spiraled. She fought the urge to flash her wedding band and kiss Nick on the lips. Territorial, yes, but the need to stake her claim was strong, even if she had no more right to him than the flirtatious stranger.
Nick didn’t seem to notice the attention, but everyone else, including the staff, was staring at her. Maybe Nick was ignoring the woman or pretending not to see her. They were getting
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