He actually wasn’t going to get me a towel! I can’t believe this guy. I don’t think I’ve met anyone more infuriating in my life. Deciding to drag him down with me, I run with my hands still covering my breasts and jump on him, getting water all over him. I wrap my arms around his torso and bury my face in his chest.
“I don’t know how this is meant to be punishment,” he says, his tone having gone husky. I still my movements, just lying there on him, suddenly aware of the position I just put us in. Slowly, I lift my head and look into his brown eyes.
“You’re wet now,” I blurt out, staring at his lips. He has nice lips. Full, and firm. Sensually shaped. I wonder if he is a good kisser. Who am I kidding, of course he’d be.
“I’ll bet you’re wet too,” he murmurs, licking his lips.
Shit.
I was wet—all over.
Outside and inside.
How can such sleazy words excite me?
“Shut up” is all I manage to respond.
He brings his lips closer to mine, and I know this is a terrible idea. The worst. But I still don’t pull away. As a matter of fact, it’s me who closes the last bit of space between us; it’s me who initiates the kiss. The second my lips touch his though, it’s like a switch flicks, and he takes over, cupping my face with his hand and deepening the kiss. He slants his head to the side, makes a growling noise in his throat that turns me on even more, then swipes his tongue against mine. I grip his T-shirt with my hands, pulling him closer to me. I can feel his hard cock pressed alongside my thigh, straining against his jeans. It makes me realize what we’re doing, so I break the kiss. Both of us are left panting. It really was the worst idea, so why did I want to kiss him again? Why did I want him to strip off my clothes, then his? We watch each other in silence, the air tense and thick between us.
“I should go get changed,” I blurt out, not knowing what to say, wanting to leave and stay at the same time.
His throat muscles work as he swallows. “Yeah, all right. Fuck, Shay.”
That pretty much summed it up.
I slide off him and head inside without turning back around.
But I have to admit, it wasn’t easy to do.
EIGHT
Vinnie
I STAND in the shower, letting the warm water drip down my body. I stroke my cock with my hand, up and down, thinking of Shay, imagining that she let me fuck her on that hammock, outside in broad daylight. Fuck. Her body, her taste. The look in her eye. I don’t remember ever being that fuckin’ hard in my life. She’s so tiny and petite yet has curves in all the right places; a round, bubble butt, and tits just the perfect handful. I imagine I’m deep inside her, fucking her raw, until I come in my hand, spurting all over the tiled wall.
“Fuck,” I grit out between clenched teeth, closing my eyes and letting the pleasure take over me. After I finish, I still don’t feel satisfied. I don’t think anything will sate me besides getting inside her. What a fuckin’ mess. Talon is going to be pissed if I fuck her, although I’m sure I can make it so he never finds out. If he asks though, I wouldn’t lie about it. I hate liars.
I finish up in the shower, then throw on some gray track pants and a white T-shirt. Feeling starved, I can’t wait to eat—I only hope that shit isn’t awkward between us. I still have another five nights to get through, not including tonight. I walk downstairs to find her in the living room, freshly showered herself, on her phone, the TV on in the background.
“Should we eat?” I ask, not wanting to be rude.
She turns to me, surprised, quickly putting away her phone. Her cheeks turn pink but her expression neutral. “You go ahead. I’m not hungry now; I’ll eat a little later.”
I nod and head straight for the kitchen, grabbing a plate and piling lasagna and chicken onto it. I grab a knife and fork, then return to the living room, sitting in the single chair. I cut a piece of the chicken and almost groan at the taste. “This is fuckin’ amazing,” I tell her, tasting the lasagna next. It was just as good, maybe even better. Even the salad was delicious.
I look up at her and say, “I’m really fuckin’ sorry I threw you into the pool, Shay.”
That brings a wicked smile to her face, laughter escaping her lips. “Enjoy the food, Vinnie, because it’s the one and only meal you’ll ever get from me.”
“Oh, come on, now,” I cajole. “If a certain someone wants to go to the beach and shit tomorrow, I think a hot meal at the end of the day would persuade me.”