Page 146 of Sinful Desires
He handed me a s’more.
I ripped it from his fingers and shoved it in my mouth, burning the roof instantly.
Grabbing the nearest bottle, I chugged it, the water sliding down my throat as fast as the heat spread through my chest.
He was going to say no.He always did.
This wasn’t his thing—fun, crowds, strangers, attention.
“Sure.”
I almost choked.
He sat. Right fucking there. Between Liya and Pierre.
He grabbed his own bottle of water, twisting the cap and drinking, his eyes on me the whole time.
Liya giggled, her legs tucked beneath her, licking chocolate off her thumb.
Pierre leaned closer, looking at him like dessert.
Nicholas finally settled next to me and nudged my knee with his.
“Let’s play Never Have I Ever. If you have, you drink. If you haven’t?…?well, too bad.”
I didn’t hear the rest.
I was too busy staring at Théo’s shoulders, watching the drops of sweat sliding down his neck and disappearing under the collar of his shirt.
Every single cell in my body screamedmine.
“Okay,” Pierre said, grinning as he leaned back on his elbows. “Never have I ever had sex on the beach.”
They all laughed before lifting their drinks and knocking them back.
Théo’s gaze flicked toward me for half a second, then dropped to the fire.
Liya nudged him with her knee, brows lifted. “Wait. You’ve never?”
He shook his head once. Barely.
Nicholas snorted into his beer. “You’re not missing much. Sand in your ass crack, your mouth, under your balls, it’s a fucking exfoliation nightmare.”
Pierre cackled, pointing at his eye. “I got sand in my eye once. Mid-thrust. Had to go to the ER.”
They kept laughing.
I didn’t.
I watched Théo’s hand wrap tighter around the bottle, knuckles pale, veins rising.
His jaw clenched hard, the muscle jumping like he was biting back filth. The kind of filth I wanted to hear. The kind he used to whisper in my ear with his mouth on my throat and his cock buried so deep inside me I couldn’t fucking breathe.
And God, I still remembered every second.
Every sound.
The way he’d whimpered when I clenched around him. The way his breath broke when I’d scratched down his back and begged for more. The way he used to fuck me slowly at first, then lose control and ruin me completely.
