Just What I Needed(22)

“I’m not wearing a swimsuit.”

I lifted an eyebrow. “Naked is fine by me.”

“Nude sunbathing is never gonna happen with me because I’d look like a boiled lobster.”

It was hard to bite back my comment about how much I loved lobster. “You can sit out here fully clothed. Or I’m a pro at applying sunscreen.”

Trinity pushed to her feet. “If I fry, it’s on you.”

“Grab your sunscreen and I’ll get you slicked up.” When she bent over to dig through her bag—she wasn’t wiggling that ass in my face on purpose, was she?—I had to swallow a groan.

“Stop staring at my butt, Walker.”

“But it’s right here, Trinity. I thought I was being gentlemanly by not smacking it.”

She stood and slowly turned around. “Well, it is huge so it’s sort of hard to miss.”

I leaned forward and slipped my arms around her waist, dragging her closer, forcing her to straddle my lap.

“What are you doing?” She wiggled to get free but I held firm.

“I warned you I wouldn’t put up with you saying that kind of mean shit about yourself.”

“Walker—”

“So let’s work on some positive reinforcement.” I slid my hands down her hips and latched onto her butt. Then I repositioned her, forcing her to brace her palms on my chest. I kissed the tip of her chin as I squeezed her cheeks.

“Comfy?” she said testily.

“Getting there.” I trailed my lips down her throat, not licking, not sucking, just pressing gentle kisses on her soft skin.

“You didn’t ask me if I’m comfy,” she retorted.

“Because I already know you’re not. But it doesn’t have a damn thing to do with how you’re sitting on my lap.” My mouth followed her collarbone from the hollow of her throat to her shoulder and back.

She shivered. She tried to hide it, but I caught it.

I caressed her backside and my mouth sought out all the sweet spots on her neck. “I really like your body. Even now when I’ve got my hands on it, all I can think of is . . . more.” I nuzzled the section of skin where her neck curved into her shoulder. “Repeat after me. Walker thinks I’m sexy.”

“Walker . . . I—”

I lightly tapped her butt. “Huh-uh. Repeat what I said, nothing else.” I nipped her neck. “Or don’t, because we can stay like this all day as far as I’m concerned.”

“You’re pushy, you know that?”

“Says the woman who put me in a lip-lock the first time we met.”

She moaned huskily as my tongue flickered over the pulse point in her neck. “Okay. I’ll say it. Walker thinks I’m sexy.”

“Now say, ‘Walker thinks I’m sexy and he wants to have me for lunch instead of the picnic he packed.’”

Trinity pushed herself upright with one hand and shoved her sunglasses on top of her head with the other. “You packed a picnic for us?”

“I didn’t make the food, but yeah, there’s picnic stuff.”

Then she pushed my sunglasses on top of my head and stared into my eyes. Whatever she saw there caused her to smile. “Walker thinks I’m sexy and he wants to have me for lunch instead of the picnic he packed.” She drifted closer, her focus on my lips. “But Trinity admits she needs an appetizer to tide her over.”

Our mouths connected in an explosion of sweet fire.

I loved that she didn’t hold back and wait for me to make a move. I really loved the greedy way she touched me and the sexy noises she made when I touched her.

All too soon, she tried to end the kiss. I made a growling sound and held on to her tighter.

She poked my belly until I started laughing and released her. Then she planted herself in front of me, a challenge quirking her well-kissed lips. “You volunteered to apply sunscreen?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Keeping her gaze on mine, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, shrugged out of it and draped it over the back of a chair.

Trinity had worn a swimsuit—at least the top portion—in a retro 1940s pinup girl style, with wide black straps that circled her neck to form a halter top. Made me a letch to leer at those beautifully full breasts, creamy white against the shiny black material, but I couldn’t look away.

“Walker?”

“Give a man a minute to admire the outstanding view.” I finally looked up at her face. “Did you say something about topless sunbathing?”

“Since I’ve never sunbathed topless, I can’t imagine how fiery red that lily white skin would burn the first time.” She held up her hand to stall my immediate comment. “While your forthcoming offer of kissing my sunburned skin is appreciated”—I laughed that she’d homed in on that because that’s exactly what I’d been thinking—“how about you focus on keeping my back and shoulders from frying?”