Page 23 of Naughty & Nice

Snowflakes dust his dark hair and stick to the scruff covering his face, and his shirt is soaked through. “You’re wet,” I point out.

“Yep, running in the snow will do that,” he mutters before reaching behind him to pull his long-sleeved shirt off, letting it drop to the deck with a wet slap. “Question is though, are you?”

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WILDER

Credit where credit is due—despite blatantly wanting to, Noelle’s gaze doesn’t drop to the skin I’ve just exposed.

Her eyes narrow and her lips purse in frustration. It’s cute. Hot, actually.

Poor Noelle. She has no idea that she has guys everywhere—none more than my sexually frustrated brother—walking around with semis for her.

“Can you go shower or something?” she mutters, ripping her attention from me in favor of the view. “I was enjoying a quiet morning.”

“So I saw. I thought you’d still be in bed with my brother.”

“He’s sleeping.”

“Fucking idiot,” I muse. “Bet he’s dreaming about your tits.”

“Wilder,” Noelle snaps, sounding utterly exasperated with me.

“What? I’m just stating facts. You’ve got a good rack. But then, you already knew I thought that, didn’t you.”

“Can we please not? That night… it was a massive mistake. One that I never want to think about, let alone discuss, again.”

“I never regret making a girl feel good,” I explain.

“Jesus,” she mutters under my breath.

“And you shouldn’t be ashamed.”

She sits up a little straighter. “I’m not—do you know what, I’m not letting you drag me into this. It happened. It’s over. It won’t be happening again.”

“If you say so.”

“If I… fucking hell, Wilder. What exactly am I saying that you don’t understand?”

“I understand everything perfectly well. But the thing is, your head and your body are on a totally different page. You might think you don’t want a repeat, but let me tell you... your body? It’s begging for it.”

“I’m not sitting here listening to this.”

She pushes from the seat, but I’m faster. My hand wraps around her thigh and I easily pull her back down.

“Stay. Hang out with me for a bit.”

A frustrated growl rumbles in her throat and I can’t help but laugh.

“You know, I think you’re on to something here. This is the perfect spot to read.”

“Wilder, no,” she cries when I retrieve her book from beneath my leg.

I’ve no idea where she got to, but there is a page with the corner bent down, so I go for that.

“Please don’t,” she begs.

When I picked it up, the cover looked innocent enough. But something tells me the inside is going to be anything but.

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