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Chapter 16
Ryan
“It’s time for me to start fondling someballs.”
“Oh, wow,” Imutter, turning away from the kitchen island when I hear the click of Danny’s heels against the hardwood, and she emerges from the hallway.
“This isn’t too much for Summersweet Island, is it?”
She pauses a few feet away from me, looking down at herself as she tugs on the hem of her clingy dress that stops above midthigh. I’ve never seen her in anything dressy since she got to the island. She mostly sticks to wearing jean shorts and T-shirts, and the absolutely adorable overalls she wears when she paints with her hair up in a messy bun. No matter what she has on or how she looks, she’s always beautiful.
“It’s…. You’re….Wow,”I stumble over my words, unable to take my eyes off her.
Seeing her now takes my breath away and makes my dick stiffen in these damn tight jeans Spencer convinced me to wear. Her long black hair with the bright red tips is hanging soft and wavy all around her shoulders, and she’s wearing a short black T-shirt dress with a skull-and-roses design on the front that clings to every sexy curve she has. The capped sleeves show off her arm of colorful tattoos, and the short hem shows off a lot more of the ones on her upper thigh and makes my mouth water, wondering just how high up on her leg they go.
With a pair of black ankle boots that make her gorgeous legs look even longer, all I can think about is having them wrapped around my waist while I pound into her until this ache in my chest goes away. Spencer’s stupid texts about keeping her home and getting her naked are flashing through my mind, while I stand here staring at her like a man dying of thirst out in a desert. It takes every muscle I have to not close the distance between us and rip that dress right off her body.
No matter how much I want to do that, Danny deserves more. She deserves a proper first date, with a proper gentleman, who doesn’t try to maul her the first chance he gets.
“You look prettywowyourself.”
Danny’s voice makes me blink a few times and focus. Spencer rolled his eyes so hard I thought they would fall out of his head when I showed up at his house with a pair of khakis and a white dress shirt on a hanger. He immediately grabbed the hanger out of my hand, opened his front door back up, and tossed them outside. Thankfully, I also shoved a pair of dark jeans and a stupid light-plum-colored Henley into my backpack, along with an old pair of brown boots, since my nicely pressed outfit was tossed right into a mud puddle.
“My new contacts are delayed in the mail, so you’re stuck looking at me in glasses all night.” I clear my throat, pushing them up the bridge of my nose with my finger.
“Definitely not a hardship,” Danny mutters, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
She looks me over again, her fingers playing with the scooped neckline of her dress dangerously close to her cleavage, until I suddenly have trouble swallowing, wanting to shove her fingers aside and replace them with my mouth.
Realizing Spencer was actually right about something, my heart starts pounding in my chest as Danny’s eyes lazily make their way back up my body. Complicated math equations start flying through my head, trying to stop my dick from getting any harder than it already is with the way she’s looking at me like she wants to lick every inch of me.
For the love of God, don’t think about her tongue on any part of you! Get it together, man!
“Here, these are for you,” I quickly say, turning away from her to grab the bouquet of flowers I picked up on my way home that I set down on the counter, while I remember how to breathe again.
“They’re beautiful.” Danny takes them from my hand, closes her eyes, and breathes in the smell of the flowers as she holds them close to her face.
“They reminded me of your tattoos,” I tell her when she opens her eyes, pointing to her arm and the clusters of brightly colored flowers that wrap around it from her shoulder down to her wrist.
“Funny story about these tattoos.” Danny walks around the island and grabs a vase sitting on the window ledge above the sink. Carefully setting the flowers down next to the sink, she starts filling the vase with water. “Well, not so much funny. More like tragic. But at least I can laugh about it now. The flowers on my arm and the ones on my thigh are an exact replica of the first painting I ever did when I was younger.”
“The one your dad threw in the fire?” I ask quietly, tamping down my anger with this man and just how much I want to punch someone in the face for the first time in my life.
“That’s the one.” Danny shuts off the faucet, puts the bouquet in the vase, and turns back around to set it in the middle of the island, cocking her head and smiling at the colorful arrangement. “Each flower symbolizes something I felt at the time or wanted to feel someday.”
She looks away from the flowers to glance down at her arm, and I move around the island to stand next to her. Holding her arm out, she points to each different blossom as she continues.
“The yellow carnations symbolize rejection, the marigolds for pain, chrysanthemums for honesty, the coriander’s flower means hidden worth, edelweiss for courage, and the amaryllis inspires artistic creativity,” she finishes, making the urge to fighteveryonein her family skyrocket because of the carnations and marigolds. “I got them as sort of afuck youto my father. So that every time he had to look at them, he’d be reminded how hurtful he was that day.”
Danny’s breath hitches when I reach out and run my fingertips over the soft, smooth skin of her arm and all of the beautiful flowers, wishing I could erase every bad thing that has ever happened to her from her memory.
“But then I constantly kept the tattoos hidden, because I was a coward, so that wholefuck youwas pretty pointless.” She lets out a self-deprecating laugh, and before I think about what I’m doing, my hand is sliding around her waist, and I’m tugging her closer.
“Screw him. You’re not a coward. You’re the bravest person I’ve ever met.”
I don’t even know how I manage to speak, having Danny’s soft, curvy body pressed against mine. Her breasts are flattened against my chest, her stomach and thighs flush with mine. She feels like heaven and hell all at once, tempting me to do things I’ve never done before and say things I’ve never said, making me feel wild and alive, instead of walking through life in a boring, monotonous daze. I’m so overwhelmed by how good she smells and how perfect she feels that Spencer’s texts start nagging me again, and I seriously contemplate just staying right here and stripping her as fast as possible.
And then the loud growl of her stomach between us breaks the silence.
