“I don’t want him on the island.”
“Okay.”
“What do you mean okay?” I laughed. “You can’t just evict someone from here.”
He didn’t respond, just continued to gently run his hand up and down, providing comfort. Nothing more.
Then his touch changed.
Fingertips walked up my spine then ran back down it, my focus shifting away from my past and back into my present.
“I like your mask. It suits you.” His words were low, gruff whispers. “People thought you were your sister.”
“And you didn’t?”
“Not for a minute.”
I tipped my head up, looking at the sky where a silver cloud travelled across a speckled moon. “I wanted to be her tonight.”
“Why?”
“Because she’s wild and she lives for every moment. I live in my head.” I looked at him, dark stubble coated his jaw, his eyes that molten chocolate. Decadently delicious.
“I don’t think you do. You think more about the future, and that scares you.”
“You scare me.”
“Like Aubrey.”
“Chad. He goes by Chad.”
“Do I scare you like him?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Maybe I should.”
“No.” I meant it. “You’d never do anything I didn’t want you to do.” I’d angled my body round to face him on the bench.
Tommy’s hands went to my waist, lifting me onto his lap so I straddled him. I kicked my legs through the gap between the seat and the back, my hands on his shoulders.
I combusted.
I thought I’d found fire with Gunnar. Thought that connection was what I was meant to have.
I’d never expected this.
Tommy was all solid muscle, broad and hard beneath my hands. I felt every inch of him against my skin, even where we didn’t touch. Hot. Hard. Impossibly wicked.
Lala was right: this was hell and I never wanted to leave.
“Do you know what you’re doing right now, Lady Jay?” He raised an eyebrow. “You’re sitting here, wearing a scrap of material that I can tear off in one pull, and I don’t think you’re wearing underwear. You’re with a man that doesn’t give a shit if someone walks behind here and sees me with my fingers in your pussy and you riding my hand. And I don’t give a flying fuck about tomorrow and what happens after. So, you can get off me now, or stay and take a ride.”
I raised a hand to my face, feeling my mask, knowing it was still there for me to hide behind. I wasn’t going anywhere.
“About that ride.”
Chapter Thirteen
