“Are you going to just stare, or are you going to help?”

Alex didn’t look up from her magazine, but she could feel Liam’s eyes on her. She was lying on her stomach on a large beach towel, the sun baking her back. She’d deliberately untied her bikini top, letting the strings fall to her sides to avoid tan lines. The smooth, bare skin of her back was exposed to the sun and to his gaze.

“Help with what?” he asked, his voice a low lazy rumble.

“Sunscreen. My back is ...