I do.
His eyes are wild, like the wolf on his chest, and they tear right through me. My hips move on their own, chasing friction, and he meets me with the same urgency. His fingers grip the roots of my hair, tugging me forward until our foreheads press together, our noses brushing.
“Don’t stop,” I whimper.
“I won’t.”
We keep making out, but the moment his hand slides into my shorts, we freeze.
There’s laughter somewhere up the path, voices getting closer.
“Fuck.”
Tom’s body tenses against mine. In a heartbeat, he slips out of my hold and back into the water. I swim away, forcing myself tothe other side of the pool. The cool water washes over my skin, but it does nothing to put out the fire raging inside me.
I look up. He’s looking too.
Two stormy eyes meet mine over the rippling water. Neither of us blinks or looks away. My chest heaves with shallow, uneven breaths.
I try, God, I try to school my face into something close to casual.
Tom doesn’t make any effort to hide his arousal.
Not even when three girls appear around the corner, giggling as they take selfies.
Tom leans back against the rock where we were seconds away from losing control. He drags the side of his thumb over his kiss-swollen lips, wiping away the last traces of me, daring me to look away.
In the glowing light of the Mermaid Pool, he’s the most dangerous kind of beautiful I’ve ever seen.
Chapter thirty-two
Yosh
Tom lounges on the sunbed next to me, his chest slightly rosy from the afternoon sun. He pops a grape into his mouth in a very distracting way, then asks,
“If I, let’s say, magically turned into a merman right now, what color would my tail be?”
This. This is exactly why I hate him.
Stella barks out a laugh from the sunbed on his other side. “Tom, babe, what crack pipe have you been smoking?” She catches my narrowed eyes, offering a guilty smile.
“Sorry, Yosh.”
Tom isn’t fazed. He moves closer to me, resting his chin on his hand like this is a very serious line of questioning. “Come on. Enlighten me.”
I sigh, pretending to think. I already know my answer. “Yours would probably be a sapphire blue.”
That answer clearly pleases him; he falls back onto the bed with a knowing smile.
Stella snorts. “I can lend you my blue bikini top.”
“Now that would be a look.”.
Stella giggles. “I dare you to do a routine in the pool.”
“Don’t dare me, girl. You know I’ll do it.”
Tom’s cocky smile vanishes the second he notices Terrence watching us. His gaze snaps toward him, teeth nearly bared. One wrong move, and Tom looks ready to bite.
