Page 29 of A Game of Ruck
“We do now.”
And just like that, my racing heart slows.
Because no matter how fake this is, Luca makes it feel real.
“Well, you bringing the fire, Angel?Or are you keen on staying dry and mysterious?”
“I didn’t even pack a swimsuit.”
He lifts an eyebrow.
“Well, now that’s just criminal.”
“I don’t wear bathing suits in public.”
He frowns.
“You planning to live in that dress?”
“My cousin does this crap all the time.All the family events seem to involve bathing suits, just for shits and giggles.She knows I’m not comfortable and I never go swimming with them!”I whisper scream.
He tilts his head, brows furrowed.
“Okay, real talk—do you want to swim?”
“Honestly?Kind of.”I glance at the crystal clear water as we speed by in the boat, biting my lip.“But I’m not exactly eager to give Lisa more material for her group chat.”
He straightens, expression sharpening.
“Listen up, Annabeth, because I’ve had enough of you trash talking my girl?—”
“Your girl?”
“Yes.My girl,” he growls possessively, and boom, I swear to God my ovaries just went off like fireworks.
“Now, first off, your body is smoking hot.End of story.I’ve been trying to act chill about it, but every time you walk in a room, I nearly pull a muscle tryingnotto stare.”
“You’re not serious.”
“I am one hundred percent fucking serious.Feel this?”he growls, hand on my hip as he pulls me tighter into the cradle of his body.
And yeah, I feel it.Hard and long, twitching against my hip.My gaze flashes to his bright blue one and he rocks his hips a little harder, pressing what feels like a gloriously thick dick into my side.
My mouth goes dry.
“That’s what you do to me, Annabeth.”
“Me?”
“Yes.You.No one else.So, I say, let’s go to that overpriced boutique in the lobby and buy the sexiest goddamn bikini they have.Then I’ll walk beside you onto that beach like a man on a fucking mission.Because I am.”
My mouth goes dry.“You want to go shopping with me?Then you want to take me swimming?”
“Hell fucking yes.I want to see you in a swimsuit.Feel your body pressed against mine as we splash around that pretty water out there.You can call it what you want, Annabeth.I just want you.”
My cheeks flame, but something deep inside me purrs at the idea.
Maybe I do want to swim.
