Suddenly Smitten Series
Excerpt from Tempted in the Tropics by Tracy March
After getting her footing, Paige faced him. She tipped her head back beneath the cascading waterfall and ran her hands through her loose hair. The scene was like something from a glossy travel brochure where an irresistible yet unobtainable bikini-clad model seduced you into booking the most expensive vacation ever, hoping you’d possibly catch a glimpse of her while you were on your trip.
Lane couldn’t fight his reaction to seeing Paige standing beneath the frothy flow. He took a deep breath and willed himself to stop reacting like a hormone-drunk teenager. She was definitely testing his self-control.
He stood riveted as the rushing water unexpectedly loosened the back tie of Paige’s bikini top. With her arms still raised, the strings fell to her sides, yet the tie around the back of her neck stayed secure. She seemed unaware as, through a glaze of glistening water, he saw the perfect, supple curves of her breasts peek below the loose fabric. A battle raged inside him. He should look away or warn her. Surely she didn’t know what was happening and she’d no doubt be embarrassed. But the pure male parts of him begged him to keep quiet.
“Paige,” he called, loudly enough for her to hear him above the cascade.
A split second later she shrieked, cupped her hands over her breasts, and jumped from beneath the waterfall, nearly losing her balance on the rocky surface of the pool. Lane steadied her.
She squeezed her eyes closed. “Please tell me you didn’t see my boobs.”
Lane tried not to laugh. “Did you just say boobs?”
She popped open her eyes. “Boobs, breasts, mammary glands…whatever the hell you doctors call them. Please tell me mine weren’t out there.”
“Turn around. I’ll tie you back up, even though that sounds a little kinky.”
She turned. “Stop teasing me—and avoiding the question. Tell me what you saw.”
He got to work on the tie. After it was secured and she’d fussed over straightening the triangles in front, she faced him.
“A man never peeks and tells.” He smiled slyly.
She slapped her hand over her mouth. “Oh crap. You did see them.” Her words were muffled, but he understood her just fine. She looked up at him, pleading with those big, golden-brown eyes.
“I liked what I saw,” he said. “But it wasn’t anything too private.”
She lowered her eyebrows.
He reached out and gently squeezed her shoulder. “I promise.”
Seeming somewhat satisfied, she lowered her hand from her mouth, but she kept biting her bottom lip. Thanks to her, he’d seen plenty of stimulating sights today, but that sexy lip-biting was what finally got him.
“Do we have a truce or not?” he asked.
She nodded. “You did save me from flashing my boobs to all of St. Lucia.”
He was the only one around, but he wasn’t going to argue. “So we can kiss and make up?”
The cliché was out of his mouth before he even thought about its implications. Now he was the one in an awkward position. His pulse raced as he waited for her reaction.
She cocked her head and grinned slyly. “We can kiss…”