Chapter 89 The Hammock

• The breeze rolled soft and thick through the palms, warm with the promise of sunset. The hammock swayed gently between two trees, worn canvas stretched just enough for two—bare skin and breathless heat wrapped in golden light.
• Ellerei lay stretched across it, one leg hooked lazily over the side, the other bent at the knee, foot nudging Knox’s thigh like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to tease him or pull him closer. Her bikini was barely a memory—just thin strips of black fabric he’d been fantasizing about tearing off since she slid into it that morning.
• Knox leaned back on one elbow beside her, his other hand tracing lazy circles across her stomach. Slow. Possessive. His knuckles grazed the edge of her bikini bottom. She gasped softly, but didn’t stop him.