Page 61 of Worth Loving You

His lids narrowed, he peered at her, raking his sight along her for a moment.

My enthusiasm waned as I watched him checking her out. “Besides, it doesn’t matter if you understand it or not, you know what to do.”

His nostrils flared and he cleared his throat, bowing his chin. “I, uh…ahem. I actually already tried, and she turned me down.”

Surprised, I lowered my hand, so it dangled over the edge of the table. “What? When?”

“That night you got back from New York. She came out in that little nightgown you brought her home and found me in the kitchen.”

“You hit on my woman?”

He scoffed and shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t I always? Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?”

“Well, yeah, but…when I tell you to.”

Clucking his teeth, he tipped his head and glared. “Milo, there has not been one single bitch you’ve brought home you didn’t ask me to seduce. I was just trying to speed things along to get rid of her faster.”

“You really don’t like her, do you?”

“No,” he growled, his expression one of disgust.

“Why?”

“She’s loud, obnoxious, annoying, bossy—”

My smile returning, I cast my attention at her. She was combing her fingers through her hair, her face upturned to the sky, her breasts swaying to her movements.

“She’s great.”

He chortled and took a drag. “If you say so.”

“She didn’t accept your advances?”

“Nope.”

“Really?”

“Yup. In fact, I got the distinct impression I was just a matter of seconds from getting my face slapped.”

“Huh.”

The shower cut off. For a moment, she stood there, dragging her fingers through the vines and leaves drooping down the wall, a small grin lighting up her face. Heaving a sigh that had her breast poking out, she spun around and sauntered toward us. Her hips made wide rotations, her hard nipples straining beneath the suit. Fully erect, my heartrate sped up the closer she grew.

She paused, a nail tracing my jaw as she bent over, her weight in one leg to jut a hip in the air. Moaning, she closed her eyelids and brushed a teasing kiss over my lips, moved to my ear, and whispered, “Going to go take this suit off. Interested?”

My dick lurched, my gut knotting. “Fuck, yeah. Be there in a second, baby girl.”

Tapping my nose, she straightened and traipsed inside without even acknowledging Wyatt.

I sat up and twisted my waist to watch, lust scorching my veins when she shrugged the strap off her shoulder, taunting me with a quick glimpse of her breasts before disappearing around the corner.

“Fucking hell,” I groaned, smashing my cigarette out.

Wyatt shook his head, obviously irritated.

“Hey, I’m…we’re…I’ll, uh…” I couldn’t form a complete thought as I hopped to my feet, snatching my cigarettes and phone off the table. “Uh…”

“Just go. Jesus.”