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He gave a soft laugh. “Good. I hope I wasn’t too rough.”
“No.” I pursed my lips. I did not want the shop owner to hear any part of this conversation. “But I can’t really talk in detail because I’m at the bridal salon with Bella. We have dress fittings.”
“Is that why you’re not wearing a bra?” His voice was low, rough, aroused. His eyes were focused on my chest. “And why your hair looks like you just crawled out of my bed?”
Instantly, my nipples went hard as I remembered what it felt like to have his mouth closing over them, teasing them to tautness while his hands firmly cupped my breasts. I shifted the phone so he couldn’t see my chest because that hungry look in his eye was doing weird things to my insides. He gave a groan of disappointment. “Yes,” I said to his question. “Are you on a boat?”
“Yes. It’s lunch break for me.” He moved his phone so his face disappeared and all I could see was sun-dappled water. “The other guys are downstairs so I have a couple of minutes and I just wanted to make sure that you’re not regretting all your choices last night.”
Interesting. And sweet. Like I had told him the night before, Cain wasn’t quite the big bad wolf he claimed to be. “No regrets at all. In fact, I told you I’d like to repeat it, only it turned out I wasn’t talking to you, but to your identical twin. Which was a little embarrassing.”
He went still and his eyes narrowed. The smile disappeared. “When the fuck did you see Christian?”
“Ten minutes ago in the park. He was with his son and I thought it was you and requested another night. He pointed out I was talking to the wrong brother, then told me you never repeat girls ever, so I shouldn’t bother.” I suspected there might be some truth to that, but I also suspected that Christian liked to paint Cain in a bad light. But at any rate, you never got anything unless you asked for it.
I wanted more of Cain.
Cain’s nostrils flared. “My brother doesn’t speak for me. Just so you know.”
“Okay.” Did that mean he was willing to have me over for Sophie’s Sexual Awakening, Part Two? I hoped so.
“And if you ever see him again, walk away. He’s a fucking asshole.”
“He did say you hate him.”
Cain snorted. “He hates me too.”
I couldn’t imagine having that kind of animosity toward my sister. Bella and I were totally different personalities, yet I loved her with my whole heart. I wanted her to be happy just as much as I wanted myself to be happy.
He continued. “And he pretends to be this great guy, morally superior. But he’s just a liar. At least I wear my flaws out in the open. He tries to hide his.”
That seemed on par with what I had seen. His asking me what my name was had been a dick move, plain and simple. “Once I realized it wasn’t you, it made more sense to me. Because he asked me what my name was, which seemed odd. I was pretty sure you would remember it.”
I wasn’t searching for some kind of compliment. I was just relaying the facts. I knew Cain had been drinking but I really didn’t think he could have forgotten something that basic in less than ten hours.
Cain rubbed his jaw and gave me a look that warmed me from the inside out. “I do. I remember every second. Every touch. Every taste.”
I swallowed hard, not sure how to respond to flirtation that was so sexual in nature. “Oh. That’s good.”
He smiled. “And I do want to repeat last night. Can you come over tonight?”
Hell, yeah. I nodded. “Sure.” Movement to my right caught my attention. Bella’s door had flung open and she was standing there, looking murderous.
“Sophie!” she screamed.
“I have to go,” I told Cain. “Bella needs me.”
“Give me one last view of your tits,” he said. “And I’ll let you go.”
I felt absolutely ridiculous, but I did it, shifting the camera view downward. I even pushed my chest forward so it would show to optimum form in the T-shirt. That was purely on instinct. He made a sound in the back of his throat.
“Thanks.”
As odd as it felt, I enjoyed his response enough to forget about any discomfort with my inability to flirt. He made me feel sexy and that was awesome. “You’re welcome.”
He gave a soft laugh. “Talk to you later, Sophie Bigelow.”
I ended the call, wondering if he had used my last name to prove he remembered it. And wondering why I cared.
