Shaking her head, Ava sighed. “That’s so romantic.”
“I wanna go on a boat.” Emmy tugged on her father’s long hair. “Can we, Daddy?”
Bo kissed the top of her pretty little head. “Course we can, sunshine.”
Still snickering under his breath, Sloan rubbed his upper lip. Blue eyes bored into his, and he said, “You’re going to Hell, brother, and Tony’s gonna be the one to send you there.”
Maybe, but she’s worth it.
“I’ll talk to him.” Matt tsked, dismissing his concern. “We’ve all been friends a long time. He loves me.”
“Well, as I recall, Mrs. Rossi doesn’t,” Kit reminded him.
Bo bit into his corn with a shrug. “Tony’s mom never liked any of us.”
Truth.
“That’s her problem then, isn’t it?” Matt flicked his gaze from Bo to Kit and Sloan.
The man with all the words subtly inclined his head. “Yeah, but once she finds out you’re involved with her daughter, that problem becomes yours.”
“You sure you don’t want to go to the club with us tonight?” Kit offered, suggesting he might like to change his mind.
Jesus, I’m fucked.
The thought of being inside anyone else held zero appeal.
“Yeah.”
He tipped back the bottle of beer, draining it.
“I’m sure.”
Water sluiced down her bare skin.
Gina poured the body wash she’d splurged on at Sephora into a soft, wet body sponge. Neroli. Basil. Shiso leaf. The scent luxurious and sensual, it aroused her, just as he had, so it was worth every penny.
Cleansing her body with meticulous care, Gina reflected on the evening she spent with Matt two weeks ago. At first, she blamed it on the wine, because how else could she explain her behavior? Straddling his lap. Her tits in his face. No doubt, just like every other girl who came before her had.
And there had been a lot of them.
Literally hundreds. Thousands, probably.
She knew that.
Fingertips grazed over her nipples, slippery with soap, and as if awakened by the memory of his touch, her body responded. Beneath the spray, she closed her eyes as heat pooled in her belly.
“God, you’re perfect,” he’d whispered against her skin, fingers strumming her nipples, his face pressed between her breasts. “But I have to earn the privilege of fucking you by learning your body first.”
Learn it quickly, then.
She was crawling out of her skin.
“I want to watch you come.” He tugged on her nipple with his teeth. “Just from doing this.”
As good as it felt, that would never happen. Gina shook her head. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” He squeezed the twin mounds of flesh. “Look at how sensitive you are.”
