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“Sure.” She smiles like the devil as she shimmies off her shorts and runs into the tide, kicking and splashing water.
I admire the view until she disappears under a tall wave, diving as gracefully as the dolphins we saw earlier.
Go ahead. Call me a dirty old fuck.
I still want to punish that tight little ass of hers.
With my cock tenting my shorts, I wade into the water beside her.
I just watch her, the way the moonlight makes the beads glow on her creamy skin. It’s looking a little more tanned every day.
Eliza gestures toward me impatiently.
So I close the distance between us, pulling her into my arms. My fingers push under her bikini, greedy as hell, squeezing her ass underwater.
“Are you sure about this? Tell me now—before it’s too late to stop.” If I’m being honest, it already is.
She just stares at me, breathing softly, her nipples peaking under her bikini top.
Even in the darkness, her eyes are so needy.
She leans her face down, planting an innocent kiss on my shoulder.
“Yes,” she whispers intently. “Cole...”
My grip around her tightens as her hand skims my thigh, reaching for my cock.
I groan the instant her fingers wind around it, and she strokes me in one teasing flick.
“Holy hell. You scare me,” she whispers.
I look at her darkly, pushing my hand over hers, helping her fingers glide up and down my angry length.
“Woman, the only thing that should scare you is what happens if I’m not inside you in the next sixty seconds.” I’m growling, brushing my lips against hers, adding teeth before I pull away.
She gasps with delight, her brunette curls so soft in my fist.
Her mouth opens eagerly like she’s been waiting for this all damn night—I know I have since the day she was hired—and the first caress of her tongue matches my urgency.
I only break our kiss to nibble down her jawline, down her neck.
“Oh, Cole. Oh, shit.”
That tremor in her voice flips some hellish switch in my head.
Any control I ever had is gone.
I sink to my knees, peeling away her wet bikini bottoms. My fingers roam soft brown curls, seeking her clit.
When I find it, I press my finger in, massage that pearl in quick, teasing circles.
“Oh. Oh, God. Oh, Cole,” she whines, her caramel-sweet eyes flickering, inviting, reflecting back my own lustful stare until it’s all I see and—
And then everything goes black.
Sirens wail in the distance, but they’re moving closer.
The noise engulfs everything until I can’t hear her moan, her hot breathing.
There’s a knock on my door.
I swing it open and find a cop on the other side. “Can you come to the station, sir? She’s gone.”
I don’t have to ask who or what the fuck he means.
Eliza.
But he’s here, so why are the sirens still going?
I jerk up violently, my eyelids ripped open, a hard-on the size of Canada stabbing at the ceiling like a sword.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter.
Just a dream—a goddamned annoying one.
No sirens.
No tragic surprises.
No heavenly first fuck.
The wailing is my alarm clock. I don’t know how I shut it off without chucking my phone at the wall.
My options are a cold shower or my hand.
Deciding on both, I kick off the sweaty sheets tangled around my legs and head for the bathroom, my fist already tight around my raging dick.
The cold waterfall shower sends me over the edge in under a minute.
Eliza.
My head snaps back and I’m grinding my teeth, my whole arm pumping, spattering the wall with thick ropes of my release.
This is what she’s done to me.
Ropes for days.
Reduced me to painting the shower like a fucking boy before prom night.
When I’m gasping and finished and the water washes the mess away, I soap myself down, then stand under the ice-cold water, my fingers pressing deep into my eye sockets.
I’m sick in the head. Terminally ill.
I’ve got to keep some distance between us because I’m now aware of two things.
I have no control around her anymore. The effect she has on me is maddening.
Secondly, the last woman I got involved with left scars for life.
Eliza doesn’t deserve that, and honestly, neither do I.
If only Destiny wasn’t so attached. I’m not sure how to neutralize that friendship without hurting them both.
Still, I have to man up and resist Eliza Angelo, along with my own fever dreams.
Our chemistry is too strong.
And if I can’t contain it, and soon, we’ll only brew an acid drip that disintegrates every bit of our lives it touches.
13
Rainbow Shot (Eliza)
Kona days are long and breezy and everything glitters like gold under the spectacular Pacific sun.
They’re only broken up on this side of the island by brisk rainstorms. I love how refreshing it feels, like someone reaching to sweep the air clean.
I’m also starting to adore my makeshift lab even more than my fancy lab at home. The soaring ocean views make it easy to fall in love.
