“What?” I ask, lifting my head to meet her gaze.
“I need to try out the goods before I commit. I’m not an idiot.”
I try to laugh but she’s holding me down, and the look on her face is as serious as a lion staring at a mouse, except I’m not a mouse. I’m the damn lion. “
You should watch your mouth, beautiful. You don’t know what you’re asking for yet.” An idea pops into my head, and I lock my arms around her, lifting her up with one fluid motion.
“Where are you taking me? We’re wasting time.”
“It’s your first time, so you need it to be quick and painless. Leave it to the expert.”
“Expert?” she questions.
“I made a kid; that means I know what I’m doing.”
Her head falls to my shoulder, laughing as I carry her down the hallway lined with bedroom doors. “Which room is yours?”
“Mine is the last one on the left,” she says.
I take her into her bright white room with vibrant, floral decor. It looks like a small form of paradise in here. Appropriate, I suppose. I lay her down on her bed, spotting a nightstand on the other side. “Where is it?”
“Where is what?” she asks, propping herself up by her elbow.
“Thumper?”
“No way,” she snaps.
“I’ll go through your drawers. Tell me,” I taunt her.
“No, Denver,” she says, but with laughter.
“It’s in there, isn’t it?” I point to her nightstand and walk around the bed. “What color is it? I bet it’s purple.”
“Denver.”
I reach for the drawer, and she doesn’t stop me. If she tried to, I wouldn’t push, but I’m reading her signs, and she’s up for it. I reach inside, figuring it’s not going to be up front, and sure enough my fingertips make contact with something silicone way in the back. I grab it and pull it out, finding this small little contraption that looks like a beginner vibrator. Not that I’ve tested them out, but I wonder how powerful this little thing can be. “It’s so cute. I bet it’s not too powerful though.”
“Don’t mess with Thumper, now.”
I hit the switch, shocked to hell when I hear it buzz loudly. The thing is quickly making my hand numb, so I guess I was wrong about size and power. “Well then, I stand corrected.”
“You’re not licensed to carry that,” she says, narrowing her eyes.
“Maybe not, but my trigger finger is well trained, so don’t you worry about a thing.”
She covers her face to hide the blush creeping through her cheeks. “Denver, my God.”
I hop down next to her on the bed. “So, I noticed you have a bathing suit on,” I tell her. “Is it becoming our thing to wear spandex that’s hard to remove quickly? If so, we’ll have to reconsider this plan going forward.”
She removes the straps and pulls the material down, pushing her shorts along with it. I expected her to be more modest about being naked, especially with the daylight pouring in through her cracked open blinds. When you’re tanned, toned, and perfect, what’s there to hide though? I could stare at her like a goddamn painting all day. “I’m ready,” she says with her eyebrow slightly arched.
Chapter Twenty
Kai
My pulse is between my thighs, and he’s still holding Thumper. I can’t believe I’m about to do this. Last night was a lot to take in ... yeah, ha … but this, this is another ball game ... yeah.
I watch as Denver slowly removes his Billabong tee and pulls something out of his back pocket before dropping his swim trunks to the ground. “I came prepared, just in case luck was on my side today.”
