“Come here.” Dave held out his hand. “You’ll need your back done.”

Olivia handed him the sunscreen bottle and knelt. He lightly kissed her nape before drizzling the lotion over her back. He smoothed both hands along her spine to the cleft of her bottom and to her hips, gliding, sliding, over waist, ribs, shoulders, and neck, turning the simple lotion application into a sensual massage. Her sigh escaped as a dreamy groan.

“Turn around.” His low husky voice drew a deep shiver through her core.

She shifted around, and her mouth dried at his simmering gaze.

He squeezed more lotion onto his fingertips. “Shut your eyes.”

Bright sunlight glowed through her closed eyelids. Cool touches of lotion brushed her face and throat, and she shivered under Dave’s delicate touch.

“Keep your eyes shut.”

She heard him shift on the blanket. His fingertips traced her face, trailed down her throat, and his breath whispered over her face, the scent of apple warning how close his lips were to hers.