Dare to Touch by Carly Phillips Page B

from. Knowing she would be poolside with the players and their families, she’d brought mostly bikinis that covered an appropriate amount of skin. But she also had one string bikini she knew she looked good in.
    “Hurry up, Liv. The sun waits for no man. Neither do the frozen drinks.”
    She fingered the lacy, barely there bikini and grinned before she snatched the skimpy material from the drawer and walked by him to the bathroom, catching a whiff of his sexy cologne as she passed. Her sex clenched in response, but that was okay. She’d have her revenge soon enough.
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    Tropical scents filled the air, and the sun beat down on the glorious white sand beaches and swaying palm trees as they walked to the Kasbah pool. Although Dylan would like nothing more than to hit the Oasis (the adults-only pool) with Olivia, he wanted to make sure Nick Maddox and his family had settled in okay. He might have time to relax, but he was always on duty. He had a feeling Liv had forgotten that little fact when he’d rolled off her earlier.
    Leaving her in that bed hadn’t been easy, but if he’d given in to the desire to strip her naked, they’d never make it outside. Of course, she was repaying him now with that skimpy bathing suit she’d stridden out of the bathroom wearing. He wasn’t even certain he could call it a bathing suit. More like a few pieces of string holding up tiny triangles that barely covered her gorgeous breasts, her sexy ass, or that pussy he was dying to taste again.
    He placed a hand on the small of her back, his fingers gliding over the lace cover-up she’d chosen for their walk to the pool. Too bad he already knew what lay underneath.
    He shifted as he walked, knowing he wasn’t helping himself by thinking anything about Olivia right now. Family pool, he reminded himself. It didn’t help douse the erection he was sporting.
    “Look, there’s some of the guys.” Olivia pointed toward the bar, where Big held court.
    “Hey, team! Join me!” Big waved them over to the bar, where he was, as promised, drinking a frozen margarita from a glass that, by most standards, would look huge. But since Big boasted such a strong, powerful frame, his hands dwarfed the glass.
    Dylan shot Olivia a worried look.
    “Don’t worry. He can’t get drunk on virgin frou-frou drinks. It’s all for show. Without his cousin around, he knows better than to get drunk and out of control. He told me as much himself,” Olivia said.
    Dylan let out a relieved breath until she muttered, “I hope,” under her breath.
    Flynn and Big were hanging with some beautiful women, and Dylan opted to wave and move on. “Do you want to sit under one of the umbrellas?” he asked.
    “Sure.” They headed for a free set of seats. “Don’t you love the way the buildings and this whole area is structured like a Spanish-style resort? And the pool is lit up inside. I can imagine how gorgeous it looks at night!”
    Her enthusiasm was contagious, and he reached, squeezing her hand.
    She glanced up at him and smiled, and warmth pervaded his system. Yeah, there was something special about her or, at least, how he felt about her.
    A cabana boy walked over and helped set up the chairs with towels, positioned the umbrella for Olivia’s comfort, and offered them drinks. He settled into the chair and watched as Olivia, still standing, pulled her shirt off, exposing her bikini and that sexy body for view.
    Drooling didn’t begin to describe his reaction, but somehow he kept himself in check, even when she began to slowly cover herself with sunscreen, her delicate fingers rubbing the cream into her skin. She didn’t glance at him, didn’t acknowledge that he was watching, but his dick was hard, and he had the feeling she knew exactly the effect she had on him.
    He blew out a breath, shoved his earbuds into his ears, and turned on the music app in his phone. Hard rock blared in his ears, distracting him, exactly what he needed.
    As time