Page 37 of All's Fair in Love and Magic

“I could just go into the bathroom for privacy.”

“You could. But you’d miss your chance to make me as horny as heat has been making you.”

I studied him for a moment before finally looking down at the swimsuits again. “Touché, Steam.”

I grabbed the first bikini off the pile. It was a skimpy little floral thing that was like the new and improved version of my thrift store find. I immediately loved it, and the size told me it would probably fit.

I dropped my towel and stepped into the swimsuit bottoms, facing away from him. “What would you have done if you hadn’t felt drawn to me when I stepped beneath the wards?”

He didn’t answer.

“Liam? Hello?” I looked over my shoulder as I pulled the bikini top on.

“Hmm?” He peeled his gaze off my ass, looking like he hadn’t heard a single word I said.

Maybe he liked looking at me as much as I liked looking at him.

“What would you have done if you hadn’t felt drawn to me when I stepped beneath the wards?” I repeated.

“I always planned on mating with a blood witch, if one showed up at my door. I was in the process of trying to find a powerful spell witch to proposition, because I didn’t think I’d find someone like you. I wasn’t sure a spell witch could fix a blood witch’s wards, though.”

“No, she couldn’t.” I paused, putting what he’d said together silently. “So even if you weren’t drawn to me, you would’ve tried to mate with me anyway?”

“Mmhm.” His eyes lowered back to my ass.

“Romantic.” I grabbed a swimsuit coverup off the pile and walked into the bathroom so I could see how the clothes looked.

He followed me. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad it was you.”

“It’s not worth much. You don’t know me.”

“You don’t know me either.”

“Which is whyIdidn’t say I’m glad it’s you.”

He made a noncommittal noise. “It looks good. The swimsuit.”

“I could tell.” The tent in his towel would’ve given it away if his face didn’t. And his face did.

I tugged the coverup over my head and looked at it in the mirror. It was nice. I liked how it looked, but I probably would’ve kept it even if I didn’t, purely for the airflow.

I pulled it off as I went back to the bed, and grabbed the rest of the coverups. Might as well try them on with my new favorite swimsuit.

Liam stopped at the bed and grabbed another piece of fabric before following me into the bathroom again. “You’ll want this for surfing.”

I took the fabric and opened up the cropped, long-sleeve swim shirt. “Is there a risk of my tits popping out?”

“In that? Yeah.”

“What will you do if that happens?” I countered.

“I don’t think either of us want to find out.”

It was a valid point.

I pulled the dark teal top over my head and checked it out.

Kind of sexy, in a sporty way. Too bad I wasn’t sporty.