God, I hate that I want to squirm. When I put on my bikini, I liked the way it lifted and cupped my boobs and how the bottoms covered my butt and cut across my hips at just the right point to flatter my body. But now, all I can think about is that my belly has a pooch, and my thighs have little dimples.

But I don’t move. I stare up at Macon with raised brows. “May I help you?”

“What a question,” he murmurs, still staring at my body. He’s finally shaved, exposing the smooth, clean lines of his face. It makes him look younger and reminds me of the boy I knew before.

He shakes his head slightly, and a smile tilts his lips. “God damn, Tot, you look like Honey Ryder in that suit.”

“From Dr. No?” My snort is loud and inelegant. “Hardly.”

Macon’s lazy gaze slides up to meet mine. “Totally. A softer, lusher Honey.” As if he can’t help himself, he glances down again, and his teeth catch on his lower lip. “Damn . . .”

I can’t help it; my nipples tighten even more, a pulse of heat and anticipation going through me. Call it feminine instinct—call it a moment of insanity—but I arch my back, just enough to lift my breasts a bit higher. Macon’s eyes widen, his lips parting. And I flush hot, all the while pretending that I’m simply moving around to get more comfortable.

But I don’t think I fool him. He makes a sound low in his throat, his breath kicking up. I’m pinned to the lounger by his stare. And despite the little insecurities that plague me, the avid interest in his stare makes me want to do foolish things, spread my thighs just enough to draw his attention there, to stretch again so that the full length of my body is on greater display. My muscles quiver with that need.

So I frown up at him instead. “Go away. You’re blocking my sun.”

Unfortunately, he leans in closer. A bead of sweat trickles down the side of his neck. Normally, I’m not real big on sweat. I don’t like the smell, and I don’t like the feel of someone else’s on my skin. But Macon smells of sweat and soap, and it’s doing something to my hormones because I want to haul him down, dip my nose into the hollow of his throat, and draw in a deep breath. All I can think of is how it would be to slip and slide against that firm skin, my own body fever hot and dripping.

Jesus.