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Chapter20
Nico
Streamsof hot water pulsate across my skin in our suite’s outdoor shower. Lily stands on the other side of the glass door.
“I thought it would be bigger.”
“My ass or the tattoo?” I ask.
“Both.” Her wicked grin lights up the green of her eyes. The shower has a privacy screen blocking the view from the street below.
“Are you going to stand there and look pretty, or are you going to join me?”
She gently tugs on the string of her bikini top, and the bottoms follow shortly after. Her sun-kissed skin is effervescent in the glow of the afternoon sun.
I open the glass door, inviting her in.
She walks toward me, her hips swinging like a perfectly paced pendulum.
Okay, dude, play it cool. You aren’t a dog in heat.
“Happy to see me?” Her siren stare bounces from my hard-on to my open mouth.
So much for playing it cool.“Always.”
“I’ve been thinking about something,” she says, batting her lashes.
“Oh, yeah?”
Her fingertips graze the soap over my chest.
I’ve jumped out of planes, scuba dived in open water, and bungee jumped with a broken harness, and nothing gets my heart racing more than her touch.
Absolutely fucking nothing.
“I’d like to make an amendment,” she says.
“What kind of—” Her fingers wrap around my dick, and she strokes my length with teasing familiarity. “To rule number four?” I stutter out.
There’s no fucking way.
“No, it’s more of a personal amendment. My own rules.”
My body shudders.I know what Lily is referring to.
I mold my hand to the front of her neck, trailing my thumb over the water that has gathered near her collarbones. My deep desire for her—no,need—pounds through my veins.
I don’t want this summer to end. Hell, I don’t want to ever be apart from her.
It’s strange to admit it to myself, and it’s where my thoughts will have to remain, buried somewhere in the far corner of my brain.
Besides, one small amendment to her rules isn’t going to lead her to change her mind on commitment altogether.
“Go on.” I plant my lips on her skin, dragging my teeth along her hammering pulse.
“I’d like to do something foryou,” she mewls.
I may have a heart attack from anticipation. I try to remember the emergency service number in Brazil. What was it again?One ninety?
