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If Nico got the slightest hint of a crack in the door between us, he’d crash right through it. Frankly, I’d probably welcome the collision.
He can turn anything sexual in a matter of seconds. I’m sure most women would find it immature, maybe repulsive, but I secretly kind of love it.
Nico sits back and spreads his knees. His torso glistens beneath the morning sun, and I trace each line of black ink on his body. The next four weeks are going to be interesting.
Despite her somewhat boyish attire, every tourist and local with a pulse stared at her the entire journey over here. Strangers gawking has already left me irritable on more than one occasion. If this is how possessive I feel from one kiss, maybe taking this trip together was a bad idea.
Or the fact that Lily Rodin is sleeping a few feet away from me for the next month.
And find out if you’re actually available or if I’m way over my head.
I want to kiss her again so fucking badly. Just to see what would happen if there weren’t any interruptions.
Explore her. We’re both adults who like to have casual sex. We could manage a no-strings-attached situation. But if the kiss between us is any indicator of how we’d be in bed, then I’m not sure a summer fling would satiate my craving for her.
My kind of woman.
“Memorizing my tea, and now my birthday. You got a crush on me, Navarro?” Something like that.
“I don’t feel okay at all,” I whisper. Lily squats, crouching on her tiptoes, and claps her hands on my knees. “What can I do?” Each paralyzing sensation in my limbs loosens under her touch. “Kiss me again.”
“You’re okay.” Lily smiles reassuringly, and I get lost in the green of her eyes. The panic drains away. I become too aware of how close her face is to mine. Each of my lungs aches for an entirely different reason.
“Can you hold my hand the entire way back?” I smile. The golden sunlight kisses her features, bathing her skin in an iridescent orange glow. It’s beautiful out there, but there’s a whole other wonder right in front of me.
I like my sister-in-law more and more every day.
A friend I occasionally—or very often—fantasize about in very un-friend-like ways.
“Or, better yet, a kiss.”
She slips away from me, and it takes everything in my power to not reach for her again.
Temporary title: The Surf Instructor. Alternate temporary title: Beneath the Board Shorts.
The bubbling anticipation inside my body shrinks. Nico’s on board with providing me exactly what I asked for, and now I’m losing interest? Ugh. What is this vacation doing to me?
In fact, converting douchebags into bumbling, weak-kneed, women-worshiping men is a specialty of mine.
He rolls from one foot to the other, avoiding eye contact with me, and grunts in response. Nico Navarro grunts. The man who can outtalk anyone gives me a measly grumble instead of words. His sudden crabbiness is ruining my mood.
Sometimes, when we’re together, Nico makes me feel as if I’m the only person in the world. Then he pulls crap like this and makes me feel so overlooked.
“I always think about you.” The signature wink makes an appearance, but it barely strums the strings in my belly like it usually does.
“Maybe I like it when you distract me.”
Although, I do remember Avery mentioning that Nico has more money than her husband—and Luca owns a three-bedroom condo on the Upper West Side, plus a ten-million-dollar house in Montauk. Very well-off indeed.
“But if I did, that would be the first photo in it.”
#Lico would officially make you my sister
News flash, dude, you’re not good enough for her. Nobody fucking is. What do I care?
What the fuck is this? She rarely blushes, like almost never. But who could blame her? Diego isn’t horrible to look at. He’s taller than me and, yeah, he’s ripped. Ridiculously ripped. He’s decent. Decent for a fucking asshole.
Rio looks good on her. Spending the entire summer with me would look even better. I bounce my gaze away from them, trying to settle the piping-hot wash of anger finding its way into my throat. Why does it matter to me if she wants to hook up with Diego? She’s not fucking mine.
Half the people at this party, almost all the fucking men, can’t stop staring at her. They’re probably waiting for the opportunity to approach her. As if they’d even have a chance with Diego’s clasp around her waist. It’s disgustingly territorial. He leans down to whisper something in her ear, and her mouth hangs open with a wide grin. There’s no way the dude’s making jokes while she’s grinding on his front half. I force a heavy breath through my lungs. What could he possibly be saying to make her laugh almost as hard as I do?
Diego’s mouth connects to the side of Lily’s neck like a fucking leech. No. My body reacts before my mind can process what I’m doing.
I avoid filling her in on the fact that when she’s in her room across the hall, I can hear her playing with her pussy, and my fist is locked around my dick while I follow the pattern of her moans behind my door.
I’m not ashamed to admit the few orgasms she’s unknowingly shared with me were some of the best I’ve ever had. Maybe this entire thing was a huge mistake. Jacking off to my sister-in-law’s best friend screams desperate. Pulling her away from her hookup is even worse.
“You can do better than Diego. Fuck, Lily, I can do better for you right now.”
Moonlight caresses Lily’s eyes, nose, mouth, and skin. I need her so much. The illuminating glow replicates the way she looked the night of our kiss. Except now, when Lily lifts her gaze up to mine, there’s less curiosity in her eyes and something wild waiting to let loose.
“You’re kind of hot when you’re all worked up.”
Let him show you exactly what those hands of his can make you feel.
Nico leans closer, keeping my arm firmly behind my back, and brushes a fallen strand of hair out of my eyes. “Is that what you want, Lily? For me to beg for it?” He connects his mouth to the curve of my jaw, grinding his teeth against my skin. I suck in a shallow breath. This is absolute torture.
“Look, you want me to be honest? I hated when Diego was touching you.” My heart launches into my throat.
“You look so pretty tonight, Lily. It almost hurts being around you.”
“I know you look at me the way I look at you,” he whispers and reluctantly pulls away. “How exactly am I looking at you?” “Like you want me to be the one suffocating you with compliments as your pussy wraps around my fingers.” His mouth snakes down my neck.
“Sure, and I don’t stay up listening.” His admission drowns me with another tempestuous wave of desire. Anticipation floods my veins. At least my fantasies about him have been mutual.
“You are”—Nico returns his lips to my ear—“lethal.” The word is so carefully chosen, it causes my core to tense.
“There’s no one I’ve ever wanted as much as you.”
“I’ve thought about this a lot.”
“Eyes on me, princesa. I want to watch what I’ve dreamed about since I first laid my eyes on you.”
Nico’s lustrous gaze pins me. “I’ve jerked myself raw to the sound of you coming through the walls of the hotel, but right now, watching you chase every bit of pleasure I give you, I’m fucking ruined.”
“You come so quick for me, needy girl.” The words skip from his chest in self-satisfied laughter.
“I’ll never get enough of you.”
