Page 28 of Thicker Than Water


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Reece

This was a mistake. I knew it as soon as I touched her. I’m fucked. This is the woman whose legend I’ve been spinning since I laid eyes on her. She’s ambitious. She’s not a slave to her fears and she is sexy as fuck. In the month that I’ve known her, I’ve come to see that she’s special. And I’m so wildly attracted to her that it hurts. I shouldn’t be doing this. She’s my employee. She is so fucking young.

But fuck if I can help how hard I am, being this close to her. I’m a selfish asshole. Because I can’t not do this.

I was purposely keeping her body away from mine so she wouldn’t feel how little control I have. I didn’t anticipate her taking a step backward. And as soon as I felt that soft ass of hers cradle my cock, I jumped. And now she thinks I was rejecting her and she’s leaving.

Fuck.

“Lucía,” I begin, but she just turns around and starts walking toward the stairs.

“Don’t worry about it, no big deal. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” she says without turning around.

I swim after her and in a few strokes, I’m able to grab her by the waist, under water, just as she is putting her foot on the first step.

“It is a big deal and I’m sorry,” I say as I come to standing and turn her around to face me. And when I see her eyes, those big brown, beautiful eyes, I know I should probably let her leave. I see the pain in them before she erases it and sets her entire expression to neutral; the last thing I want to do is hurt her. I should let her walk away because I can’t be thinking about fucking her when we both have so much riding on this whole experiment. But I know I won’t.

She sighs, “Reece, forget it. You don’t have to sit here and try of think of something to say. I don’t know why I stepped back when it was obvious you were holding me away.”

“No, Lucía.” I put my arm on her elbow to stop her from leaving again. “I’m trying to think of what to say. Yes, I was holding you away.” She slips her arm out of my grasp and this time I grab her hand. It’s so small, and yet there’s nothing fragile about it, or her. I can feel the callouses in her palm and I remember that this woman has worked hard and fought for every single inch of paved road she’s traveled. I shouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that. But her hand, it feels so right in mine.

“No. Shit. I’m fucking this up. Lucía . . .”

“Reece, it’s okay. Really.”

“Stop interrupting me, dammit,” I growl at her.

She clamps her mouth shut and her eyes grow wide. She looks as shocked as I feel, she actually did what I said without arguing. That’s a first.

“I was holding you away because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I shouldn’t be getting hard while I’m teaching you how to swim. I shouldn’t be getting boners with you at all. You’re—”

“I know, I’m not your type.” She tries to tug her hand out of my grasp and in frustration, I pull her flush against me. She melts into me, connecting us from hip to thigh.

“Does that feel like you’re not my type, Luc?” I mumble when I feel her hips rotate and against my erection.

“But you said . . .” she whispers and looks up at me. The look of wonder on her face makes me want to take her mouth in a wild kiss.

I let go of her hand and move both of my hands up her body. One stops at her waist, the other goes to brush away the loose hair that is sticking to her neck. As soon as my hand touches her, her eyes close and I feel a shudder pass through her.

I lean in and down and put my nose on the side of her neck and inhale, she smells like sweat and vanilla and chlorine. I press a kiss to the base of her throat and move my hand to cup her neck.

“I lied,” I say against the spot I just kissed.

Her head falls onto my chest and she says my name, and in her tone I hear so much of what I’m feeling: confusion, frustration, need. I tilt her head up to look at me. Her eyes remain closed.

“Luc, look at me.”

She shakes her head no.

“Luc—”

And then, the air and the moment is cleaved in half by a loud, all too familiar voice shouting my name

“Reeeeece!”

Lucía and I both jump, breaking contact. Without another word she turns and starts up the stairs just as fucking Fabienne comes around the corner.

She comes to a halt as she sees Lucía. Her eyes dart back and forth between us and I see them narrow in a way that I dislike.

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