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“Yes.”
“Like this.” I break our touch enough to pull the cover-up over my head.
“Are you sure about this, Deanna?”
My entire body buzzes. “No. But I want to try anyway.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Deanna
River runs his fingers along my neck. Then down my spine. A long, slow line to the strap of my bikini top, then over it, down my lower back, to the tops of my bikini bottoms.
He traces the line up again, only this time, he stops at the bikini top, and he undoes the strap.
He’s undressing me.
I should saywaitornoor maybethis is a bad idea. Anything reasonable. But I’m out of reason.
And I don’t want to say no.
I want to feel every minute of this. All of it.
He pushes the straps off my shoulders.
The fabric falls at my feet.
“When’s the last time you were completely in your body?” He moves a little closer, until he’s only a foot away, and he traces a line down my lower back.
“The ocean.”
“Have you ever been there with someone else?”
“I don’t know.” Maybe. Not in a long time.
“Now?”
“Now what?”
“Are you thinking anything?”
“Everything,” I say.
His chuckle breaks the sexual tension in the air. “I love that about you.” Then he traces the waist of my bikini bottoms, and all the sexual tension is back. “I love your brain.”
“That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
No. That’s not possible. We’re here, in the place I share with Lexi. Next to the house where he fell for her again and again. But I don’t want to say that. I don’t want to say anything.
Of course it’s not possible. It’s not real. It’s part of this experiment. This game we’re playing.
I think.
It’s hard to concentrate with his hands on my skin.
He draws a line up my back again. Then down, all the way to the Lycra, along to my hips.
