Page 70 of Casita Casanova
Some best friend she turned out to be.
I listen as the traitor pours wine into what was probably her glass, then there’s some movement in her bag, and then her voice is far away when she calls out, “I’ll call you this weekend, babe! Love you!”
I lift my head quickly. The jerk is already halfway up the stairs. She holds her hands out in front of her, clenches them into fists, then brings her elbows back to her side, repeating the motion in the universal sign ofgetting some. My gaze flicks to Cas as panic tightens my chest, but he’s settled onto the towel beside me with his back to her, staring out at the waves as he sips his incognito rosé out of an iridescent pink cup that saysDrinks Well With Others.
Shaking my head, I look back up the stairs at Danielle and flip her the bird, but she just laughs and turns her back to me. Soon, she’s disappeared into my backyard and I’m left to accept the fact that I’m stuck on the beach with Cas West.
And my brain wants me to be very aware of how little clothing we both have on.
With my head on my hands and turned toward him, I assess the man beside me. Having set the wine down into the sand, he’s leaning back on his hands now, legs outstretched in front of him, his head tilted up to the sun.
Good grief.
His arms are strong and defined; his skin looks extra smooth to the touch, but I don’t dare reach out and find out if that’s true. His stomach barely even creates rolls even in a sitting position. There can’t be an ounce of fat on this man.
He clears his throat and I raise my eyes to his face. Still upturned toward the sun, a smile plays on his full lips. “Are you staring at me again, Maryn Rose?”
I almost whimper. The way his mouth curls around my name makes my thighs clench together. Every word is foreplay with this man.
He turns, pinning me with those green eyes.
Shaking my head, I huff and roll over onto my back.
Cas hisses in a quick breath and I smirk as I adjust my black crochet bikini top. Imighthave worn this one because of how minimally it covers me. And thatmightbe because I was hoping he’d see it.
Because I wasn’t kidding when I said two can play.
And even though weshouldbe just friends, something about the way he challenges me makes me want to rise to the task.
Cas licks his lips, then adjusts himself.Victory. Satisfaction fills me with warmth.
He reaches over and places his hand over my stomach and my breath catches in my throat. “You’re all sandy.” He brushes at my skin with soft strokes, teasing me with his touch.
Then his hand stills.
His fingers slowly splay out over my lower stomach.
His pinky moves back and forth over the edge of my bikini bottoms.
His eyes search mine with fire and intent.
“Just friends,” I remind him, though the huskiness in my voice implies that even I don’t believe my own words.
His fingers flex on my skin. Heat shoots south so fast I have to squeeze my legs together.
“You think I look at my friends this way, Maryn?”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Ridge
Jesus, that look in her eyes makes me want to bury myself to the hilt between her legs. She’s so fucking sexy. How did anyone ever let this woman go?
I mean, I’m going to at some point, but she isn’tmineto begin with.
In the meantime, I’m going to have a little fun.
By the time I remove my hand from her stomach, her chest rises and falls on quick breaths. She’s so turned on with this simple contact that I can’t fucking wait to see how she’ll respond to me when I really take my time exploring her body.
