Page 50 of My Kind of Trouble
She felt like Alex liked to watch her write, because he seemed to do so at any opportunity he got, barely taking his eyes off her. The butterflies that knowledge set off in her stomach were equally as distracting as they were pleasurable. He’d been making her feel all kinds of ways lately, and it was getting harder and harder not to just pounce on the man any time he was near.
And that’s what she was doing now. Writing. Or, something like that. As they sat on the open-top boat that was sailing them from Coron to El Nido, she kept finding herself trying to write anything she could to feel his eyes on her.
Staring down at her page, it was clear to see that all she’d really been doing was daydreaming about a certain handsome bartender as a list of his best physical attributes stared back at her.
- Rock hard, lickable abs
- Firm, bitable ass
- Plush, kissable lips
Eyeing the page, Noa worried that cannibalism had made it into her list of kinks and that, maybe, she really had been reading too many dark romance books. Was that all she wanted to do, explore him with her mouth? Maybe.
She felt her cheeks heat and, as if he could read her thoughts, Alex’s lips tugged up into a grin as he continued to assess her from across the small boat. Something had definitely changed. He was much more obvious about it. Lola had teased her about his ogling, but Noa revelled in it.
Keeping her eyes on him, she decided she would do the same. He had no business being that sexy. Her pulse raced and her palms were sweaty as she squeezed her thighs together. The sight of him elicited a full body response she wasn’t sure anyone had ever made her feel before. not even Lucas. The thought was depressing, but also exhilarating all at the same time.
His skin had a bronze glow now, after so much time spent in the sun. His eyes shone brightly, like pools of deep honey, as the light hit them, and his sharp jaw line was peppered in adusting of light stubble. She had to make a conscious effort to not let her eyes stray south to his naked torso, as she had a funny feeling she might not be able to stop herself from drooling if she did.
With the confidence that having his amber eyes raking over her gave her, Noa closed her book and pushed herself up as the boat came to a stop at their second-to-last island for the day. Making sure to add a little extra sway to her hips and push her chest out just enough, she made her way over to him.
‘Take a picture, Fletcher, it’ll last longer,’ she teased and pouted her lips.
His gaze focussed on them like she’d planned, and she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, wishing he would replace her lips with his and do the same. Wishing he would do a lot more than that, but it would be a start. Just the thought left a needy, throbbing ache between her legs.
‘Oh, Trouble,’ he said rising to his feet and resting his lips close enough so only she could hear.
As he spoke, she felt his breath on her neck, spreading goose bumps across her skin.
‘Last longer? You have no idea what I remember when it comes to you, picture or not. Your perfect body under mine is engraved in my mind’s eye forever.’
She felt all the breath leave her lungs. When she first arrived home, she’d thought he’d forgotten her and that night, that he’d replaced thoughts of her with the many women that followed after.
But he’d kept proving otherwise, and as he looked at her dead in the eyes now, he almost knocked her off her feet when he said, ‘It’s only ever been you.’
She could swear her heart threatened to stop. She felt hot all over, and it had nothing to do with the sun shining abovethem. She wanted to ask him so much more. She wanted to wrap herself in him, and for them to get lost in each other. But she was pulled from her momentary daydream when she realised that they were, in fact, on a boat full of people. She tried her best to look back at him and talk through the lump in her throat.
‘Care for a swim to cool down?’
‘Be careful what you wish for,’ he responded with a wicked grin before picking her up bridal style and launching them both from the side of the boat.
Kicking up and reaching the surface, she reached out for him instinctively. Within moments he grabbed hold of her and pulled her close enough for her to wrap her legs around him, in a way that felt awfully similar to the other night. He’d clearly been tossed a float, and he lounged back on it with a smirk whilst she clung to him. His muscles flexed under her palms, and the feel of it had her legs tightening around his hips, pulling him closer to her core.
Alex chuckled like he saw right through her.
‘You’re dead,’ she threatened, in an attempt at a serious tone, before she put all her effort into splashing him with the salty water.
Her efforts were soon cut off as he easily wrapped her in his arms, nipping playfully at her ear in an attempt to stop her water assault. She shoved her hips back, trying to get free, but the move only resulted in her grinding into his crotch. Noa could feel him growing harder against her. The feeling was intoxicating, sending tiny sparks of electricity through her entire body.
‘Careful, Trouble,’ he growled into her ear again.
The raspy sound of his voice caused the bundle of nerves between her legs to throb. No one had ever had this effect onher just by their voice, and her sudden need to see what else he could do made her dizzy.
‘A man’s restraint only goes so far… I would hate for it to break with an audience just over there.’
Alex’s roaming hands gave her ass and thighs a firm squeeze under the water, and she ached for more, audience be damned. But, before she could voice her needy thoughts, the tour guide called their stop to an end, and they were shepherded back to the boat.
Noa wanted to curse and scream at their guide like a stroppy teenager. Alex just smiled a devilish grin at her while she sat there dazed and feeling like a horny teenager all over again.
