“Are you such a smart ass in St. Christophe?”

She got a panicked look. “Shh.”

“No one can hear us.” He flicked his fingers at the bikini. “You sure you need that thing?”

“Okay, I’m getting from all these questions that you like the way it looks. I don’t usually wear such…flimsy swimsuits. I just wanted to know if it looks all right.”

“You wear that, you’re going to wind up pregnant, and then what will your parents think?”

She leaned close and whispered, “Then I’ll get the heir without the husband. Pure win.”

Stay there. Stay right the fuck there. It took every ounce of his restraint not to touch that smooth skin and cup those bouncy tits. Jesus. He needed to adjust himself, but if he reached between them, the back of his hand would graze her bare belly. “It fits fine. Can we go now?”

“Why’s your voice all funny?” She said it all sassy, as if she didn’t know about the bulge in his jeans.

“Because you’re fucking hot, princess, and I want to do filthy things to you.”

She got all squirmy. “No one talks to me like that.” Her eyes went all drowsy with lust. “I love it.” And then she broke out in a saucy grin. “You want to kiss me so bad right now, don’t you?”

“You don’t want to know the places I want to kiss you.”

“What if I do?”

I want to kiss those tits and then suck them into my mouth. “Shit, princess. We have to stop this.” He was going out of his mind with want for her.

She sobered. “No, I know. You’re right. We’re going into business together.”

“Exactly. So, save those damn kisses for your cowboy.” Made him sick just to think about it, but what the fuck could he do? “I’ll see you outside.” He’d just reached for the velvet curtain, when he heard. “I don’t want to kiss him. I want to kiss you.”

“Dammit, Rosie.” He dropped the curtain and reached for her. Grabbing her hips, he hauled her to him. He wasted no time in claiming her mouth. Her silky hair brushed over his arms, and her scent filled his senses. Everything about her fired him up. What was it about this woman? He skimmed his hands up her sides, thumbs caressing the stretchy fabric holding in her breasts. “I’m going to go out of my mind if I don’t get my hands on these.”

Pulling away, she yanked the tie at the back of her neck and let the top fall down.

And, Jesus, there they were, those round, plump tits. With reverence, he cupped them, watching her nipples pebble from the slow strokes of his thumb. “You’re fucking perfect.”