Page 28 of The Wrong Move

She stares into my eyes as though she is looking for who I am and if it’s the truth. I place my hands on her hips. “I’ll never hurt you again.”

She shakes her head. “Another promise you can’t keep. Or maybe it’s me that won’t make any promises.”

“I don’t follow.”

With her free hand, Giana cups my face. “We have tonight. That’s all for now.”

While I’m not happy about being with Giana for one night, I’ll take what she offers. I lean in and kiss her mouth, tasting the red wine, tasting her. Our tongues clash, and the heat between us escalates. I pull back, and she pants, her chest rising and falling. I take one of her straps and slide it over her shoulder, kissing her shoulder and neck, then the other. Her eyes lock with mine as we watch each other’s expressions. I tug her bathingsuit over her curves, and those full breasts bounce free. The water hides most of her body. “Fuck, I need to see you.” I go underwater and suck each nipple until I need more air.

“Get this off,” she demands.

Happily.

Dropping below the surface, I tug the material over her hips, and she lifts each leg to accommodate me. Turning back to Giana, I rub my hands up and down her arms. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

Her lashes flutter. “I want you to touch me.”

She doesn’t need to ask again. Tonight, Giana has my entire focus.

7

GIANA

There is notenough oxygen in LA. Not when Byron’s mouth is all over me, his fingers bringing me to climax. I feel his every touch and caress when I had hoped the alcohol would numb his charm.

Nothing can dull Byron Hendricks.

He has a power over me no one has come near to, and it started the first time I was introduced to him in high school.

“Oh God,” I moan.

There’s a faint chuckle.

He remembers where I like to be touched.

I tilt my head, hanging onto his shoulders with my legs wrapped around his strong hips. Three fingers pump into me, circle inside me, and rub over my G-spot in the most delicious way.

“Byron…” I cry out in a moan as I come, color lighting up my thoughts. An orgasm so fantastic whips through me that I can’t help but smile through heavy breaths as my body becomes limp.A strong hand glides from my stomach up to my chest bone. I tilt my head back until the bliss scatters.

Byron takes me in his arms. “You have the best orgasm face,” he whispers.

“How so?” Who even knows what their orgasm face looks like?

He nuzzles my neck. “You’re even more beautiful when you climax.”

“Are you implying it should be part of my beauty routine?”

I open my eyes as my body floats back to reality. Byron’s gaze is locked on me. His expression darkens as though it has aligned with his thoughts.

“You don’t need a beauty routine, Gi.”

That’s not what he was thinking.

My breath stills, knowing what he wants.

“I want you, Gi, but I can wait.”

He’s giving me a choice, and it orients me quicker than any smelling salts. I only asked him to touch me.

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