~Friday~
Jack pushed up on his elbow and lazily stretched out his arm to let his fingers dance across Sue's back. He had been staring at her for several minutes, drinking in each and every curve and indention visible to his probing eyes while she lay basking in the sun, oblivious to his scrutiny. Feeling the tell-tale shiver that shimmied through her body at his touch brought a cocky grin to his face and had him looking up to see her turn her head.
"Behave, Jack," she chided gently with no conviction in her tone.
"I am," he huffed indignantly, chuckling at her cocked eyebrow. Dragging his gaze away from her darkening eyes, he realized his hand had ventured dangerously low, his fingers sliding beneath elastic boundaries. "Um," he corrected, having to consciously look back at her, "At least I was. But if I'm not, it's your fault."
"Mine? How do you figure that?"
"You took forever getting up this morning. I didn't think you were ever going to come out." He collapsed back on the sand dramatically for added effect. Still looking her way, his eyes twinkling, he turned on the pout. "I waited more than an hour before your mom opened the door to get the paper."
"Ahhhh poor Jack. Did you miss me?"
Rolling back to his previous position, his eyes turned smoky. "I would have thought my actions had made that obvious."
Sue's color heightened as she recalled the way she had stepped out of her suite to be immediately swept into Jack's arms. Her gasp of surprise had been very thoroughly captured by Jack's lips closing over hers. Her discomfort grew when she remembered the way she had protested when he abruptly ended the kiss, her eyes opening to watch a family disappearing down the hallway. Her humiliation was soon forgotten, however, as Jack drew her toward the elevators, pulling her into the stairwell instead, and pressed her into the corner. "Now, where were we?" he had rhetorically asked as his lips descended once again to capture hers. He had kissed her like a starving man and she had responded unabashedly, encouraging him with her enthusiasm. By the time they had both come to their senses, her cover-up was strewn across a couple of steps and his shirt was unbuttoned to the waist, distracting her with flashes of his muscled chest and sculpted abdomen. He'd had to lift her chin in order to talk to her, a knowing grin firmly in place.
Clearing her throat primly, she sputtered her answer. "I...I...think you d...did quite sufficiently." Carefully turning over, she sat up and grabbed her wrap. "It's getting hot out here. I think I'm going to rinse off and move under the umbrella for a while."
His grin was all too knowing but he nodded his head in agreement. "It is hot. I'll go get us something to help cool us off," he suggested. "What would you like? Tea?" He added with a chuckle, ducking when her towel whipped out toward him.
"Very funny," she smirked. "I think a nice, cold bottle of water will do just fine," she announced before retreating to the fresh-water shower at the edge of the sand.
His laugh was rueful as he followed her retreating figure with his eyes. "But not nearly as fun," he whispered, rising in search of something cool and distracting.