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wrapped her arms around his neck, his hands went to her bottom pulling her hips up against his.
    After a moment, he pulled his head up. “I’m not so sure you should trust me.”
    She smiled. “You wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want you to do. Anytime I say ‘no’, you’ll stop. I trust you.” She repeated the last sentence making sure he knew she meant it.
    He sighed. “I’m going to see about the suitcases, and then get a shower. I’ll be back in a little while.”
    She explored the small bungalow while he took care of everything. There was a backdoor that led to a small garden filled with every tropical flower she could imagine. Also, there was a large round board, which she lifted to find a hot tub. She smiled. A hot tub would be nice to soak in at the end of the day.
    She walked through the gardens for a few minutes, just exploring and appreciating their beauty. By the time she went back inside her suitcases were waiting on her bed. She pulled one of them open and pulled out a pair of short frilly white shorts and a white tank strapless tank top. It was form fitting and a bra couldn’t be worn under it. She smiled to herself.
    She showered quickly, brushed her teeth, and pulled on the outfit. Justin had never seen her wear anything other than jeans and slacks. She wondered how he’d react to this.
    Stepping into the living area, she found Justin, also freshly showered, going over his notes for the meeting the following day. He was wearing only a pair of khaki shorts and a cowboy hat. She almost laughed at the look, but decided against it. His shopper must not have told him not to wear cowboy hats without shirts. He looked silly, but sexier than she’d ever imagined. “Do you need any help?” She kept her voice low as she asked.
    He shook his head, barely turning his head toward her. After a moment, he stopped short and then turned back to look at her. He swallowed hard. “I don’t know if you’re going to be able to keep trusting me if you wear stuff like that.” His eyes swept up and down her body making it very clear what he meant.
    Sarah smiled, holding her hand out to him. “Let’s go for a walk on the beach.”
    He looked at his notes for a moment, but then stood, taking her hand and walking out the door with her. They walked in silence, away from the part of the island where the others were staying. She was wearing a pair of flimsy sandals, and he was barefoot.
    Once they’d rounded the end of the island, she took off her sandals and waded in the water. He went after her, kicking water at her legs and making her laugh. She turned and tried to push him down in the water, but he didn’t budge.
    Their eyes met and his mouth came down on hers. She wrapped her arms around his back, stroking his bare muscles. He took her hand and pulled her out of the water, sitting on the beach, and pulling her down to straddle him. She went down happily, kissing him with everything inside her.
    He leaned back on his hands and she leaned over him, her hands exploring his bare chest and shoulders. She cupped his face in her hands, being the one to deepen the kiss by tracing his lips with her tongue, and plunging it into his mouth when he opened for her.
    After a minute she pulled back, removing his hat and putting it on her head. “Let’s go back to the bungalow.” Her words were barely a whisper, but he jerked as if he’d been burned.
    “ Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” His eyes stared deeply into hers trying to determine if she was serious.
    She nodded, blushing profusely, but not trusting her voice.
    He waited until she was standing beside him and got to his feet. He grabbed her hand and practically dragged her back to the bungalow in his enthusiasm. She half ran trying to keep up, laughing at his reaction. “My sandals!”
    “ Get ‘em later!”
    Once they were inside, he turned to her, and the laughter died in her throat. He took both of her hands and walked backward toward his