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They’d been arguing about his percentage again. But, in a playful, flirty way. A way that made Hollis’s heart kick up a notch. She enjoyed bantering with him, but she stood firm. “Don’t hold your breath,” she said.
“After you see what my new gear can do, you’re going to be offering me 50.”
“Ha!”
The classic car zoomed past bright sheaves of greens, past palms, banana trees and pastures. Hollis glanced at Dylan who wore sunglasses, one hand on the wheel, looking lazy and confident. The hot wind blew his dark hair all around and his t-shirt rippled, outlining the muscles in his upper arms, wide chest and tight, flat stomach.
And, that tattoo.Warm heat pooled low in her belly as she gazed over the nautical sleeve on his arm. It was an amazing collage of images including gold coins, palm trees, a map and a ship caught in waves.
Dylan felt her gaze and glanced over with that crooked smile. “What?” he asked.
“Just checking out your ink,” she said.
“Knock yourself out.” He rolled his sleeve up further and straightened his arm out toward her. Hollis swallowed down her nerves and scooted closer. She trailed her fingers over the pile of coins above his wrist and up his forearm along the trunk of a palm tree.
His skin felt warm and, again, she felt a current move between them. Her stomach dropped and she realized that Cuba wasn’t the only thing that was beginning to grow on her.
The moment Hollis touched him, Dylan froze. Her fingers were so soft and light as they traveled up his arm, and her touch lit a fire within him. All he wanted to do was pull the car off the road and yank her into his arms.
Thinking about kissing Hollis was something that had tortured him for years. He wanted to know what she tasted like and if she was as passionate as he thought she’d be. He had imagined sinking his fingers into her long copper waves so many times.
Thoughts like those drove him crazy. Especially late at night when he was alone.
When he was lonely.
When her hand fell away, he pulled his arm back and wrapped his fingers around the steering wheel. Damn, she had the power to drive him mad.
“You got any tats, Doll?” he asked.
“None you can see.”
Dylan looked over and raised a brow above his sunglasses. Why did she say stuff like that? Was she trying to torture him? “Well, now you have to tell me,” he drawled.
But, the little tease only shook her head and pressed her lips together. “Nope.”
He let out a frustrated groan. He was going to find out, he vowed. One of these days, he would find that hidden tattoo and lick it.
It wasn’t long before they arrived at the famous Viñales caves. Dylan parked the car and they made their way over, mixing in among a group of chatty tourists. They entered the cool, dark cave and walked down a set of narrow, wooden stairs which led to a small deck above the crystal blue water.
The flooded cave, full of stalactites and stalagmites, looked magical, somehow enchanted. People swam in the underground grotto and jumped off the various rock formations.
“This is amazing,” Hollis said, leaning over the railing, trying to determine how deep the clear water was.
Dylan’s gaze slid down her perfectly-curved rear and he had to stifle a groan. “Very,” he said huskily. Damn it, not touching her when his hands itched to run all over her was getting harder and harder to resist. He wondered what she would do if he grabbed her right now, pinned her against the railing and kissed her hard.
Probably slap you and trust you even less than she did before.If that was even possible.
Maybe this whole trip together to Cuba was a bad idea, he thought. Or, the best decision he ever made in his life. Only time would tell. But, in the meantime, it was getting damned hard keeping his hands to himself.
A guide led tourists down through several marked trails, but many more tunnels were closed off and disappeared into blackness. Dylan pulled his gaze away from Hollis and forced himself to focus. The power she had to distract him was ridiculous. Like no other.
He pulled his phone out and pretended to take pictures. But, he actually used a GPS to mark the coordinates of the underground room so that they could find it from above.
“Okay, c’mon,” he said. “Let’s see if we can find a way in from the outside.”
The late afternoon sun was warm after leaving the coolness of the caves. They made their way down a quiet street, Dylan checking the GPS reading off his phone.
“The abandoned well should be here somewhere,” Hollis said.
