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“Full house,” Troy said.
Damian’s phone buzzed, and he fished it out and made a hand signal to excuse himself while he took the call in a quieter area. Brit made a joke about being a doctor’s wife, and Nikki laughed.
The others joined in, but their voices fell into the background when he angled his head toward Lara.
The idea he’d been brewing about fucking Lara took shape in his head. In fact, looking at her and having his pulse skitter madly was the confirmation he needed. She was a confident, independent woman and knew how to separate heat from heart.
And he’d try his hardest to do the same.
Never had been a problem before, why would it start now?
“Troy.” Lara yanked him from his thoughts. “I was telling Theo how your family moved here when you were seven.”
“Yes.”
“You have to try Theo’s restaurant. It’s the best in town,” Violet said.
Theo waved her off, but then she pulled him to her and kissed his lips. Troy watched Lara, and when she finally glanced at him, he detected discomfort in her eyes. Something shifted inside him, this warm need to reach out to her and give her a hug.
A hug? He scolded himself internally. The lack of sex was certainly affecting his common sense—and he should take care of the problem soon, otherwise he’d fall into an emotional trap he’d skillfully dodged until now.
He couldn’t step out on his wife, though. Not that he wanted to sleep with another woman anyway. So it had to be her. Lara Nunes.
A frisson ran through him, awakening all his parts. Damn her.
“I’ve heard of your family. It’s nice you’re working with your father. Have you moved to Tulip permanently?” Cole asked.
Troy casually engaged in conversation even if the only thing is his mind was Lara. Still, everyone had been nice to him, and he enjoyed talking to them. Felt good talking to people who didn’t want anything from him.
That was, until a jazzy version of a pop song began playing. In the other room in the spacious restaurant, a live band played, and several people danced to the music. One of the women challenged her husband, who begrudgingly agreed to dance, and soon, all couples stood and walked to the dance floor.
“I guess we can’t stay behind,” Lara said, and he stood, stretching out his hand to her.
His heart throbbed with anticipation. She rose to her feet, and accepted his hand in hers. When he walked with her by his side, his fingers intertwined in hers, his chest swelled with pride. He’d show her how well they fit together, how good they could be intimately. Hopefully she’d see it too, and agree to having a fling with her husband.
After she’d discovered he slept with Michelle, he doubted she’d want anything serious with him anyway. So they were both safe to lust over each other.
The dim lighting suited the ambience. The raspy voice from the female lead singer was perfect for the sultry ballad, bringing couples to sway together, erasing space. He pulled her to him, and she anchored her hands on his shoulders, her head to the side.
He drew in her scent, notes of vanilla and wildflowers, along with a spice he didn’t recognize. He rested his left hand on the small of her back, and she sighed, warm and soft and so freaking tempting. A flurry of tingles started on his scalp down all the way to his core, then farther down, activating the part of him that couldn’t deny how much he wanted her.
She must have felt it, because he felt her intake of breath. But she didn’t pull away, instead she gave his hand a light squeeze, a subtle message that aroused him one notch further.
“Lara…” Her name fled his mouth with the urgency of a fugitive on the run. “I’m so fucking turned on right now I can barely move. Let alone dance,” he whispered in her ear.
She moved her head, inching it closer, and he dipped his own until his lips touched hers.
He kissed her, a hungry, erotic, greedy kiss. She stroked his tongue with hers, teasing him, and he lowered his hand a bit more, cupping her ass against his hard-on. He could feel the warmth from her thighs sifting through her clothes. She was wet—more than that, she was soaking wet. If he touched her now, he’d know for sure.
Damn it, he’d come in his pants if they continued like this. She ran her fingers through his hair, unlocking a world of sensations. Need pumped through his veins, thickening his blood. Wanting her was like drowning in the ocean and desperately waving for a passing rescue boat. He needed her right now or he’d stop breathing. He needed her, or he’d die.
He nipped her lower lip, then released it with a pop. When he withdrew from her, his body continued in the state of unrest and sexual chaos. She looked at him, gleams of concern in her eyes. Then, she thinned her lips as if she was thinking about what to say. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
She stepped back. “I’m not ready… for this,” she said, gesturing between the two of them.
“Why not? I thought you wanted me.”
She perched her hands at her waist. “I just—”
