“I absolutely must tell you?” I burst out laughing as I sit on the mattress and grab my phone to see the time. “And what do I tell you?”
“You tell me that you’ve secretly loved me for years and that you can’t live another day without letting me know.” He grins at me. “And then you send a photo of yourself topless to me, and I?—”
“Oh, hell no, Luke. I am not telling anyone that story. Are you out ofyour mind?”
“No, but that would have been kinda fun to receive.”
“You want to see me topless?”
I turn to him and push him back. His skin is warm to the touch, and I can’t help but notice how broad his shoulders are. His skin, a golden-olive complexion, is smooth and silky-looking. There’s a light smattering of dark hair across his chest, and he twitches his pecs so they jump back and forth. Heat radiates from his body to mine, and soon, his thigh is pressed against mine as he shifts closer to me.
“What do you think, Mi-Mi?” he whispers next to my ear, tickling my sensitive eardrum and making me shiver.
“You’re such a perv.” I tuck my legs under me and turn toward him. “I’m not a stripper. You’re not about to see these goodies.”
“Ah. jeez, my lifetime dreams have been shattered. Call the police.”
“Very funny.” I punch him lightly on the shoulder, and he grabs my hand and pushes me back slightly. “You would be so lucky, Mr. Haverbrook.”
“Rex would be so lucky, you mean.” He winks at me and grabs my wrist and holds it up to his lips and lightly kisses it. I quickly pull it down. “Or maybe he still thinks it’s a pity that you didn’t have a date to his wedding.”
“Well, he thought you were a loser as well.” I grab ahold of his arm with my other hand, but he grabs that as well, pushing me back slightly.
“Thus the position we find ourselves in now.” He grins as he reaches down to tickle me. “Two lonely losers who couldn’t get a date to a wedding.”
“Don’t.” I giggle as I fall back on the bed, my hair a tangled mess on either side of my shoulders. “I’m sure I could have found someone, Luke.” I attempt to push him back, but he’s much stronger than he was when we were fifteen and constantly engaged in tickling and teasing fights. “Stop.” I attempt to bring my arms down to prevent him from tickling me. “I can’t.” I giggle uncontrollably as he continues to tickle me, giving no mercy.
“I suppose you could have found some surfer, and I could have found some socialite who wanted a vacation.” His fingers run down the side of my body toward my legs before caressing the skin on my thigh as he makes his way to my ticklish knees.
“Luke.”
I push him to the side and quickly roll on top of him. I grab hiswrists and push them back toward his head as he falls back onto the mattress, his dazzling ocean eyes laughing at my attempt to get him back. My shirt rides up slightly, and I shift on top of him to try and bring it back down without letting go of his arms. This just proves to bring the shirt up higher, and as I sit back, I realize I’m straddling his lap. In fact, I’m now sitting firmly on something very hard.
I swallow as I realize that what I’m feeling is not a rock. Or his knee.
Oh shit, I’m sitting on his cock.
I gaze down at him, my brain suddenly clouded as I feel him pressed up against my panties. There’s a heady feeling of desire rising through me as his cock suddenly twitches, grinding against me through the thin material of our underwear. I move forward, attempting to move off of him, when he suddenly grabs me, and I fall back, bouncing down hard on his cock. I bite down on my lip, trying to ignore the wetness that fills my panties. I’m really hoping that Luke is too tired to feel what I’m feeling, but as I look down into his eyes, his expression has changed slightly. His eyes are darker, more intense, and he’s biting down on his lower lip. An overwhelming feeling of want courses through me. I want to suck on his lower lip. I want to grab his face.
Get your drunk mind out of the gutter, Mia, you fool.
I quickly avert my gaze and squeeze his wrists, pushing down hard, my hair brushing past his face.
“Can’t touch this, baby,” I tease him as he suddenly shifts, grabs both of my arms, and rolls me onto my back. “Ooh.” I glare up at him. “No fair.”
“You didn’t think you’d really beat me, did you, Mia?” He lowers his face closer to mine, and his lips brush against my cheek softly before lightly kissing my nose.
I am barely breathing now. Is he going to kiss me? And if so, is it for real? Or is this just practice?
I reach up, grab his bicep, and try to shift him off of me, but he’s just too strong. He sits back lightly on my thighs and grins as he looks down at me, licking his lips slowly as he gazes at me.
“Nice bra.”
I look down and notice the top buttons of his shirt have come undone, and he can see the tops of my breasts in my mid-cut bra.
“Perv.”
“Not quite. A perv would take advantage of this situation.”
