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“Becca, Brody,” I introduce them, inwardly grimacing at myself.
I’m doing the walk of shame in my apartment with my bare ass threatening to peek from my robe and Brody’s freaking hickey glowing on my chest. I’m a grown-ass woman, and somehow, I feel like a teenager being caught by her parents.
“Pick you up in a couple hours,” Brody tells me, turning to tug me to him.
“You will?”
“Yes, ma’am.” The mischievous tug of his mouth has my stomach somersaulting when he leans in and whispers in my ear, “Unless you’re into skinny dipping, wear a bathing suit.”
I don’t get time to ask him what plan he’s concocting, because with a quick kiss, he leaves with a wave to Becca. “Laters, taters.”
“Oh wow…you dirty ho!” She laughs, throwing my jumpsuit at me. I’m so embarrassed by the whole situation that all I can do is shake my head at the ground while trying to contain my own laugh. “You’ve got two hours to wash the smell of filthy sex off.”
“You mean great sex.”
“Yeah, I can smell it from here.” I grin at her, and she grins back at me with a waggle of her brows. “Oh girl, you got it bad.”
I don’t know. Maybe. Possibly. Shaking my head at my internal squeal, I rush back into my bedroom, throwing myself onto the bed. Inhale after inhale, all I can do is fill my lungs with Brody’s scent mixed with our sweat…and proof of great sex.
Chapter Ten
The boat is pretty great for a last-minute rental, and the weather is perfect for a day out on the water. Just me and Rosie, with nowhere for her to run if she eventually freaks out. But right now, she seems happy enough lounging on the deck with me. As much as I want to strip her out of her barely there bikini and maul her some more, I’m more than content watching her smile and listening to her hum as I comb my fingers through her hair.
I keep asking myself what the hell I’m thinking, spending all this time with her when I know I’m going to leave soon. And I don’t know when I’ll be back here, or if I’ll ever come back to Silverbell, but even as I think it, the squeeze of my chest says I will. If that wasn’t enough, the trail of Rosie’s nail over my thigh and how her simple touch makes me shiver, tells me she’s not one of those girls that I’ll be able to close the door on or walk away from.
Tracing the mark I left on her tits earlier, I drag in a long breath. Enjoying the way her soft scent lingers once the brine of the sea has muted.
“Admiring your work?” Rosie glances up at me with a mock-glower. “I can’t believe you gave me a hickey.”
“This one looks sorta lonely, don’t you think? Like it needs a matching buddy on the other side.”
“No way, Hotshot. One is more than enough when I’ve made it to twenty-six without ever having one.”
What? “Are you serious?”
“Do I look like I’m kidding you?” She sits up, giving me a look that says she’s never had a love bite before. “Can you imagine what people would say if I was going around town with a hickey? I’d be the talk of the place—a Jezebel.”
Yeah, I can see that being the case, and a part of me is happy about it. In fact, I love that it’s a first of hers that belongs to me. A first that I’m sure as fuck going to monopolize with more.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks, pulling back.
Before she can make it any farther, I grasp her calves and tug her back to me. “Are you one of those girls?”
“What girls?”
Oh come on, sweetheart. I chuckle to myself at how easy she makes it for me to tease her.
“You know…”
“No. No, I don’t think I do.”
Holding my grin, I blow out a breath before I explain, “You know, those good innocent girls that think that if it’s up the a—”
“No!” Rosie screeches, launching herself at me so that her hand slaps to my mouth to silence me.
It doesn’t work, and I carry on laughing through it as she tries to sing loudly over me. “Girls that think that getting fucked up the ass doesn’t count.”
“Oh my God, I hate you!” she pretend cries at me while I wrap my arms around her and latch onto her unmarked breast.
