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“Mila.” It’s all I can muster; my entire being is distracted—busy trying to make sense of how good he feels against me. How right, as his arm settles on my hip, keeping me in place with his fingers applying the slightest of pressure.
It takes everything in me not to moan.
“Mila.” The way my name flows from his lips is an indecent caress. It rolls over my skin, causing goose bumps to arise, a shiver to rush down my spine, and my pussy to contract. Never has a man affected me so. Never have I— “It’s more than a pleasure to meet you, Mila.”
There’s a small wink at the end, and I blush. It starts at my hairline and sweeps across my cheeks, not stopping until I feel the flush down my neck and over the top of my breasts. “Likewise...” I trail off, needing his name.
“I’m Nicholas, sweetheart. But you can call me Nick.”
“Well, Nick, you were offering something?” As much as my body protests, I take a step back and look up. Jesus, he’s tall. Something else I find attractive; his height makes me feel dainty. “What kind of help do I need?”
Since when am I so forward?
His smile turns into a smirk, and the simple act causes another clench from my core. “Mine.”
“Mine? What does that even mean?” A snort from somewhere to my right pulls my attention from him and toward my bestie. I forgot about her, and it also seems that I missed a few things. She’s not alone. There’s a man beside her that’s watching her every move. “Who’s he, Crystal?” I ask.
“No clue, but he claims to know the man close to kidnapping you.” Crystal points at Nick—she’s fighting back a laugh. “This vacation is getting more interesting by the second, Mimi. Very interesting.”
“Does he have a name?” I’m trying to distract myself, but he’s so close and his heat sears my skin.
“Says it’s Evan.” Crissy’s dreamy sigh tells me all I need to know. This is bad. Neither of us is safe.
“Mimi,” Nicholas drawls, testing the name. “I like it. Cute, just like the owner.” He takes a step toward me, then bends at the waist to pick up something near my feet. I watch him, watch as he picks up the lotion I dropped and then stands. He reaches out for my hand, brings it to his lips, and kisses my knuckles before turning me around.
My back to his front, I stand in utter silence—eyes wide as I look at Crissy with shock. A shock that turns into utter bliss when his warm hand gathers my hair and sweeps it over my shoulder.
There’s a moment where my best friend and I don’t blink, and it’s right before the top cap of the bottle is opened. A harsh shiver runs through me when I hear him squirt a bit onto his hand, I hear him spread it around his palm; lathering each before...
“Oh God,” I gasp as he skims the pads of each fingertip across my collarbone, spreading his hand out before digging a bit into the flesh of my shoulders as he takes care of me. His touch is almost reverent, soft, yet underneath the caress lies a hunger that is palpable.
“I’m going to enjoy getting to know you, Mila.” Slowly, those nimble fingers travel lower and down the center of my back. He explores every inch, massaging my muscles until I’m leaning back and almost completely on him. “Good girl,” he praises, and my body takes another step back without my permission.
It’s instinctual.
His words should piss me off, but they don’t. Any other man would have been given an earful or a slap across the face, but not him.
From him, it’s a turn-on—makes me yearn for more contact. Skin on skin.
To an outsider, we look like a regular couple on the beach enjoying a day out with friends. It’s hot, and he’s just being a good partner; he’s lathering my skin with sunscreen to protect me from what could be a nasty burn. To anyone sparing us a glance, we look like that couple you envy as they pay attention to only each other throughout the day.
And all that would be fine, except I don’t know him.
But I want to. Jesus, I do.
How can someone that so easily consumes me be anything but important? It’s a feeling. An instinct in my gut, but it’s there and I plan to follow it.
Closing my eyes, I savor the moment. Breathe him in and forget about everything else.
That is, until a throat clears, and I snap back to the present. “Why don’t you two join us for lunch?” Evan suggests as I open my eyes. He’s smirking and standing very close to a blushing Crystal. Not touching, but I notice the way he extends his pinky out and wraps the finger around hers. “Crissy and Mila have to be hungry, bro.”
When did they exchange pleasantries, much less have time for her to share her nickname?
“Are you, Mimi?” His voice is gravelly in my ear. I can’t talk, just nod. I’m starving for him but need a bit of separation to calm me down. Help me think straight.
None of this makes sense. Not one bit, but I like the way his eyes feel on me.
Never, not once in my twenty-one years on this earth, have I reacted to a man so strongly. Yearned for the touch of a stranger—a man—like Nick.
