His face hardens, his jaw clenching.“You.I’ve tried not to.Since the barbeque, since the night in my car.But every time I think I can get your sweetness out of my head, there you are.I want to shake you until you see the world isn’t as good as you pretend.I want to crawl inside you until I believe what you believe.”
My breath catches.
“But right now,” he goes on, “I want to strip you out of this poor excuse for a bikini and make you so thoroughly mine you’d rather burn Miles’ jersey than wear it because you can’t imagine anyone else’s name on your skin.”
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NOVA
His words leave me throbbing.
I need him, even if it’s wrong.
How can it be wrong when it feels so good?
A shiver of anticipation runs through me.
“Do it,” I whisper.
His lips claim mine, rough and a little agitated.Our bodies are still cool from the lake, but a fire burns inside us.My fingers thread into his hair, pulling him down so I can press my lips to his.
It’s on.
Me.
Clay.
A twin bunk bed.
The sound of campers outside.
Who is this girl?I have no idea.
He groans against my throat.
“I think about this every second,” he says.
“Are we in the top or the bottom bunk when you think about it?”
He chuckles against my skin.“We’re everywhere.”
He reaches for the back of my bathing suit top, unclipping it deftly.Clay’s head bumps the bunk overhead.
I want him so badly I can’t remember a time before I wanted him.
“The Kodiaks’ all-star is going to have a concussion, and it’ll be my fault,” I say.
He grins as he drags the top down my arms and tosses it behind him.“Worth it.”
Clay’s attention burns a hot trail from my face down my body, lingering on my breasts before returning.His eyes are dark with intent and approval.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says.
The way his gaze runs over me is like I’m in the Victoria Secret fashion show with wings sticking out from my back.
My nipples grow hard as his fingers tease along my ribs before cupping the swells of my breasts.
I arch my back, pressing myself into his touch.
