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Liam
She climbs the ladder back onto the boat and gives me the best view imaginable of her peachy arse in all its glory. I wait and enjoy every second of the show she’s delivering.
She’s challenging and frustrating and beautiful all at the same time. And this is why I’ve stayed away. In part, anyway.
Now, I’m perving on her and imagining her in my hands, even after my best friend told me to steer clear.
Lil might not know me that well anymore, but Woodsy does, and he knows what I’m like, and I agree with every opinion he has of me. Isla Littlewood is too good for me. But she’s already playing with fire. I’ve warned her. If she does it again, all bets are off, and she is mine.
When my head stops with the fuck reel playing in my mind, I pull myself up onto the boat behind her. She’s drying her hair on one of the towels left out on the sofa as she looks out to sea.
“It’s so beautiful.” Her voice is wistful, and I love that I made that happen.
“It is.” I step closer towards her but keep my hands to myself. “I want to show you another spot tomorrow. I wasn’t sure how long you wanted to stay.”
“Technically, I have to be back at work the day after tomorrow,” she muses as if she’s running the thought over in her head. “But I don’t want to think about work now.”
“What do you do, Lil?” I ask.
“I told you. I don’t want to think about work.”
“Are you happy?” The thought that I could make her happy slams to mind, and suddenly it’s something I want to do – make her happy. Not just for today or tomorrow.
“Feeling philosophical now?”
“Just trying to get to know you.”
“Well, my family is happy and healthy. I have a job, and I have a place to live. I can’t complain.”
“That’s not what I meant, but good to know.”
“Here. I could do with some help.” She hands me the smallest bottle of sunscreen in the world. “Will you do the honours?” She pulls her damp hair to the side and angles her body so she’s leaning a little forward.
Seems she’s tired of talking about happiness. Fine.
“If I didn’t know better, Lil, I’d assume you were trying to tease me.”
“Rubbing sunscreen on my back doesn’t constitute any kind of move, Liam. Would you rather I burn?”
Soft, supple, creamy skin that looks so good under my touch stretches out before my eyes. I empty the bottle and begin my torture. My tanned hands contrast with her pearly white back, and I feel her delicate bones as I trace up her spine to her neck.
She tilts her head to the side, and I imagine my hand gliding around her neck, up her throat.
Fuck.
“What’s the matter?” Her voice is full of sugar, and just to prove my hunch correct, she tilts her hips back towards me.
“I warned you, Lil.” God, what she does to my imagination.
She twists around, challenge as clear in her eyes as the crystal waters around us. “And if I said you don’t scare me, what would you do then?”
“I say you’re too good for the likes of me.” It’s the truth. “And maybe there’s a line I’m not sure I want to cross.” I’m fucking desperate to cross it. Ever since the wedding, hell, ever since I set eyes on her again, I’ve been desperate to take her. Just a little taste. But I know this will end badly.
“We can cross any line, Liam. It won’t change anything because you’ve not cared enough to speak to me in years.”
Ouch. Her words are sharp and not entirely true. What am I supposed to say to her? “I thought we went over that last night. You want to punish me now?”
“Not exactly. But seeing you want something and being able to deny you does make up for those years of radio silence.” She smiles at me, and I remember how good she looked last night – how her voice told me everything I needed to hear.
