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“Sorry.” Tristan pulled Stacey to her feet. “We only swim clothed with other people around.” He held Stacey at arm’s length eyeing her from head to toe. “This body is only for my eyes. I don’t share.”
“Me either,” answered Stacey.
Tristan closed the space between them and closed his lips on hers. “I think we’re going to call it a night. Keep the noise down.”
“See you in the morning.” Stacey waved and pulled Tristan behind her.
Adler watched them go and his heart tumbled and turned in his chest, a feeling he hadn’t experienced before. Like it longed for what they had. That’s ridiculous. Get your mind back on the activity at hand. Skinny dipping and a beautiful woman. As soon as they closed the bedroom door, he turned to Desiree.“Well, with just you and me, bathing suits are no longer optional. They’re banned.”
“Really?” Desiree winked as she walked toward the large sliding doors which exited onto the pool patio. “I guess this isn’t needed then.” She stepped through the door and onto the patio as she pulled her arms from the spaghetti straps of her dress and let it fall to the ground. She stepped out of it, and Adler’s eyes went wide.
Her bare back was muscular and curved down to her sexy hips. Those hips had the elastic of a tiny thong wrapped around them. The thong showed off a very shapely ass. He loved her ass.
Or he used to.
Now he looked at her naked body and hesitated. She was offering herself to him, and his body didn’t react. There was nothing.God, Adler, it’s just sex. Stop overthinking it.
“Adler.” Desiree breathlessly said his name. “What’s wrong?” She wiggled her finger, and he closed the space between them as her gaze bore into his.
She touched his cheek and brushed her hand along his face. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch, trying to empty his mind of the memory of brown hair and hazel eyes. He focused on his breathing and the warmth of Desiree’s hand on his skin.
“Let me help you with this.” She unbuttoned his shirt and caressed his chest.
He felt nothing but her touch on his skin. No tingling, no quickness of his breath, no hardness growing in his groin. That was new. A hot woman was caressing him, and he felt nothing. He concentrated on his body and his emotions, then slowly opened his eyes. Maybe seeing the desire in hers would help him to want more, to want her. He held her gaze for a bit, then glanced at her lips. Those sensual, pink lips which were warm and soft and just last night did some amazing things.
Before he could react, she leaned toward him and closed her mouth over his. Their kiss was deep. He wrapped his arms around her and cradled her head in his hands as her tongue danced with his.
He broke the kiss and let out a heavy breath as he took a small step back. He bit his bottom lip.Dammit. What the hell?His gaze traveled over her. She was a work of art. His hands glided down her side, brushing along all her curves, and his gaze followed. Her curves were flawless, with enough muscle that her shape was pure perfection. “Girl, you are hot. Very hot.”
“Then come here and warm yourself up.” Her chest raised and lowered quickly as she breathed.
He was a guy. He’d be crazy if he wasn’t turned on by her, and he was, but he couldn’t do this. He let out a heavy sigh and walked away.
“What the hell, Adler!” Irritation clipped onto every word.
He picked her dress up. “Here. Put this on. I’m sorry, Des. This isn’t right.”
She yanked the dress from his grasp and stepped into it. Anger blazed from her eyes. “What do you mean it isn’t right? It was right last night and the night before that. What’s changed in the past twenty-four hours?”
“Des, I don’t know.” What had changed? He filtered through his thoughts. What had changed? Could meeting Leila really have done this to him? His heart was heavy. Guilt maybe? He couldn’t figure it out. “Des. I’m sorry. This is just not enough.”
“What. Sex? All of a sudden you want more?” Her words were loud and sharp.
He closed his hands on her arms. “Des. Shh. Please. Again, I’m sorry.”
She nodded. “Yeah, okay.” She grabbed her purse from the chair and slipped on her shoes. “Call me if you get your head on straight. I’ll always be up for a good time.”
He watched her leave and stared at the door. A picture of her naked body flashed through his mind. God. Was he crazy? She was fun and creative. Hot. Sexy. Really sexy.
He wanted more, but not with Desiree. “Adler, seriously?”He stalked to his room, undressed, and climbed into bed.
He grabbed the extra pillow and placed it over his head. When he woke up, maybe this craziness would be gone and he could just go on like normal, having amazing, meaningless sex with Desiree and not caring about what happened next. Not expecting anything to come from it. Better yet notwantinganything.
What the hell was going on? What was wrong with him? Needing more? Not fully satisfied? Feeling things?
He never wanted more. He never needed anything more than a hot woman and sexual satisfaction. He never put the word feeling in his thoughts. Damn. He sounded like a lovesick child—he sounded like . . . Tristan.
He let out a yell and tossed a pillow across his room. It smacked into his dresser and toppled the frame he had sitting there.
