Cara and Clint just dropped us off at Randall’s house. Moira has been tight lipped the entire ride home. I’m thinking it has everything to do with the fact that once I took the suntan lotion from Cara, she promptly undid the top and bottom ties to her bikini top and let the strings fall away, carefully holding the material over her br**sts as she turned her back to me.

“I don’t want to get that stuff on my suit,” she said by way of explanation.

I quickly rubbed the slick stuff over her skin and, when she went to tie her strings around her neck, she let the bottom hang loosely so I got a good gander at the rounded globes of her br**sts. She gave me a hot look, turning to face me while she tied the strings around her back. Smiling politely at her, I turned to look at Moira, who was shooting daggers at me. I just grinned back at her, and her mouth flattened into a grimace.

I’ve gotten the cold shoulder since then.

Sam greets us inside the foyer, telling us that Randall has a late business meeting and that he would have dinner ready for us in a few hours in the formal dining room. Moira mutters a thanks and stomps up the stairs. I watch her for a minute, with great appreciation for the way her ass sways under those tight denim shorts. When she makes it halfway up the flight, I follow her, bounding up two steps at a time.

She doesn’t acknowledge me though and heads straight for her room. I follow her in, pushing against the door when she tries to close it on me.

“I’m taking a shower,” Moira grumbles, and I shut her door as I step into her room.

“Perfect,” I tell her. “I’ll join you.”

“Not in the mood, Zach,” she snarls at me as she heads straight for the bathroom. I follow close behind her, not about to let her hide away from me.

I lean a hip against the bathroom counter while she turns the water on, holding her hand under the flow until the temperature suits her. When she turns toward me, her eyebrows raise. “What are you doing in here? I’m taking a shower, so I’ll see you down at dinner.”

Lifting my T-shirt over my head, I casually let it drop to the floor. Moira can’t f**king help herself. Her eyes roam over my chest briefly before rising back up to meet mine.

“Oh no, you’re not,” she says as she backs away. “I told you I’m not in the mood.”

“You are in the mood,” I tell her simply, cutting my gaze quickly down to her chest. “I can see your ni**les poking through your shirt.”

“It’s the air conditioning,” she grumbles. “And if you want to f**k someone, why don’t you go find Cara? I’m sure she’ll oblige you.”

Ah, there it is. My little tigress is still fuming over Cara’s display this afternoon.

“I’m sure she’d oblige me too. No doubt she’d bend to me in a heartbeat,” I tell her, and her face goes red with anger. “But I don’t want her. I only want you, so get rid of your clothes. Now.”

Moira’s eyes heat up over my admission that I want her, but her chin rises up to me defiantly. There’s a deviant sparkle in her eye even as she denies me again. “No.”

“No?” I ask her with a dark smile. I untie my board shorts and push them off my hips, letting them fall to the ground. My c**k got hard the minute I followed her into her room, and I reach down to stroke myself. Her eyes immediately drop to watch what I’m doing.

I step toward her, and the motion causes her gaze to snap back up to mine.

“No?” I ask again. “You think to deny me?”

“That’s right,” she says, although I can tell by the tone of her voice that she’s daring me to push at her.

“If you don’t take your clothes off, I’ll do it for you,” I tell her ominously.

“You’ll have a fight on your hands,” she challenges me.

Fucking game on. My c**k is aching so bad right now, I might just go for her shorts and bikini bottoms, getting the bare minimum off before I pound my way inside of her.

My hands snake out and grab her waist, pulling her in tight to me. My arms wrap around her back and I start to lower my face to hers for a punishing kiss, but she cries out in pain.

I immediately release her. “What’s wrong?”

Moira winces and carefully lifts up the back of her T-shirt, looking over her shoulder into the reflection in the mirror. My gaze follows, and I see that her back is tinged pink from the sun.

“Damn,” she says in dismay. “I got sunburned.”

She gingerly reaches back and pokes a finger into the skin just above her hip. It goes stark white for a minute, and then colors pink again when she pulls her finger away.

Moira turns her gaze back up to me and we stare at each other a moment, the heat of the fight gone out of both of us. Then her lips crack into a wide grin… as dazzling as the smile she gave me this afternoon. “Guess I kind of ruined the moment, huh?”

I throw my head back and laugh at her. “It’s not ruined. I’m just going to have to be a little gentler with you.”

With soft hands, I lift her shirt up over her head, discarding it so I can free her br**sts from the bathing suit top. Bending down, I take off her shorts and then pull her bottoms down her legs, being careful not to scrape at her skin. When she’s completely bare to me, I lean in and place a kiss over her stomach before standing up again.

I lean into the shower and turn the heat of the water down a bit so it’s merely lukewarm and I know won’t hurt her tender skin. By the looks of her, only her back got burned, and I’m feeling guilty that I willingly slathered the protective lotion onto Cara, but I didn’t give the same courtesy to Moira.