“She goes to Chicago State. Cassie and I met her in English 101. I don’t know, we just clicked. I’d trust her with my life, and she’s looking for some normalcy away from the country circuit.” I stared at him. “You won’t tell anyone, right?”
James shook his head. “No, I promise to keep it quiet.”
“Thanks. She doesn’t need the paparazzi ruining her vacation. How about your friends? Have you known those guys long?”
“I’m probably the closest to Rich and Adam. We travel in the same circles. Our parents know each other; we went to the fancy schools and country clubs and tennis lessons together. Weird, you think the world is big, but when you’re growing up, it’s pretty damn small. I only met kids my parents approved of. I didn’t know most of the other people. They’re all casual acquaintances who like my money and stuff.”
He stated the words like it was no big deal, but I knew it was. How must it feel to have everything given to you and still not be happy? Because that’s how he struck me, as if he had to apologize for his lifestyle all the time. It was a different way to look at it. I’d longed for money many times, but never thought of the way it could take away your freedom. I always believed it gave more options and choices. Evidently, not for James. At least, not in the past.
“What about now? You’re over twenty-one. You can make your own way now, right?”
“Sure. I do what I want, when I want. I have the perfect life.”
Lie. He refused to look at me. My stomach clenched with the need to make him face me, but he definitely didn’t want to have a heart-to-heart. Whatever. This was about sex, not confessions. In a few days, I’d be back on a plane to Chicago and he’d be only a memory. I needed to make sure it was a good one.
“Sorry,” I muttered. “See? I get pushy. Issues.”
His face softened and a smile tugged at his lips. God, when he smiled my insides melted like goo and an ache twitched between my thighs. “I like that about you. You look cool and collected on the surface, but there’s this fire when you look deeper.”
“So you’re saying I’m hot?”
He laughed and so did I. “Hell, yeah,” he said softly. “Hotter than Hades, baby.”
I refused to blush and concentrated on cleaning up the remains of our lunch. We repacked the basket, and left out the champagne. “What’s next?” I blurted out.
A wolfish grin transformed his mouth. Fascinated, I watched as he grabbed the neckline of my tank and tugged me toward him. His gaze focused on my mouth, and I had the urge to bite my lip, which was so f**king cliché I hated it, but it was a childhood habit I’d never gotten over.
“The only thing left to do,” he drawled. “Strip.”
Chapter Ten
THE LAUGHTER died in my throat. Her eyes widened and a shocked gasp dropped from her lips, but the sudden image of Quinn naked in front of me wiped out the joke. My voice felt rusty. “We’re gonna swim, right?”
Recognition hit. She scrunched up her nose and gave me a halfhearted punch on my arm. “Very funny.”
“Mind in the gutter much?” She blushed and I pressed a hard kiss against her soft lips. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. I like when you get embarrassed.”
“I’m not! I don’t!”
“’K.” I ran a finger down her heated cheek, and she jerked her head with a muttered curse. She tipped the last drops of her champagne, set it aside, and began wiggling out of her tank top.
And that’s when I realized the joke was on me.
Fuck. The black cotton tank eased over her head and got dropped to the sand. With a wicked glance from under her lashes, she flicked open the button on her khaki shorts, dragged down the zipper, and slid the material down her legs.
My dick wept for mercy. Every muscle tightened as I fought for control. The red bikini should have been illegal. The top was just two tiny squares covering her br**sts, and the bottom had a sexy string on each hip that made me fantasize about slowly unlooping it to see what was hidden beneath. Her skin was pale and flawless, stretched like a gift across toned muscle and endless legs. The swing of her ponytail was pure sass as she grinned at me. “This good?”
“Witch,” I muttered. “How am I supposed to concentrate?” I looked down at my demanding erection. “Thank God there’s no audience. You officially got me back.”
She stuck out her tongue and bounded toward the water.
Her full ass was barely covered as she dove in and surfaced, shaking off the water and gasping for breath. “It’s so warm. Come on in.”
My hands paused on my belt buckle. Shit. I had planned to change on the boat but got distracted. I longed to just get naked and skinny-dip, but I didn’t want to shock her. I pulled out my bathing suit from beneath the towel and held it up. “I still have to change. Turn around.”
Her delighted laugh echoed in the water. She swam closer. “Hmm, this is an interesting dilemma. Be good and give you privacy? Or be bad and get a preview?”
Her sense of humor challenged me. Who would’ve thought she was so snarky and fun? I decided to play a game of chicken. “You want a preview, huh? Well, hold on, baby girl. Here you go.”
I pulled off my T-shirt and tossed it away. Her gaze roved over my naked chest and turned me on even more. I couldn’t wait until her hands were all over me. I dropped my hands back to my belt, loosened the leather, and pulled the metal lever open. Grasped the zipper. And waited.
“I’m not wearing underwear.”
She squealed and whipped around fast, presenting me with her lovely back. I laughed and dropped my shorts, taking my time to change into my bathing suit in order to torture her a bit. When I managed to squeeze myself into the suit with an uncomfortable erection, I hit the water with a splash and swam toward her.
She laughed and tried to kick me away, but I was a strong swimmer and always believed I was part fish. I dove under, grabbed her legs, and yanked her up so she was firmly secured in my arms. Her wet skin slid over mine, and her ni**les poked against the thin red material from the water. And hopefully something else.
“Round one to me,” I said.
“Were you teasing?” she asked suspiciously.
“You’ll never know. Next time you’ll have to take the risk.”
She wrinkled her nose in annoyance, but allowed me to hold her. All my circuits were firing nonstop, my body attuned to each curve pressed against mine. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and clung tight. I fought a groan, wondering if I’d drown in her sweetness. “James?”