Page 28 of Third Chances (Men of Manhattan 2)

While I had been thinking about the implications, I realized I had just been running my hands along his abs over and over again. What the hell am I doing?

I quickly squirted more sunscreen into my hands and leaned forward, massaging it into his muscular arms. I got up on my knees so that I would no longer be pressed against his bulging erection. And I'd be lying again if I said I didn't miss the pressure of him against me. Fuck. I quickly finished applying it to his arms.

"All done." I move

d my leg to climb off but he quickly grabbed my hip.

"Not so fast. What about my face?"

I looked down at this hand on my hip. His long fingers were curved around the bone, resting on my exposed ass cheek. I pushed his hand off of me and looked down at his face. "Fine."

He grabbed my waist, pulling me against his waiting erection again, as he sat up.

And I moaned. Out loud. The sound actually escaped from my mouth.

A smile curled onto Rob's face. "Are you going to do me or not?"

I tried to move away, but his hands were firmly on my hips. "Excuse me?"

He let go of my waist with one hand and ran his index finger under one of his eyes. "Sunscreen, beautiful. Not all of us have such dirty minds."

And I knew my face turned bright red. Maybe he had or maybe hadn't been referring to putting sunscreen on his face. But I was the only one who had verbally jumped to the conclusion that he was talking about sex. "I knew what you meant." I picked up the bottle again and squirted some in my palm.

"Sure." His hands had slid slightly off my hips and were much more on my ass now.

I tried to ignore him as I gently applied the sunscreen under his eyes and over his nose. He was tan, but he had these tiny little freckles under his eyes. They gave him a boyish charm on top of his rugged exterior and clearly dirty mind. I ran my fingers through the scruff on his jaw line. I had always liked how rough facial hair felt on my palms. For some reason it made me even hornier.

I was extremely aware that his hands had moved to the tops of my thighs. His thumbs had hooked on the insides of my thighs and were a fraction of an inch away from my bathing suit bottom. It was hard to pay attention to applying the sunscreen when I was hyper focused on how close his fingers were to touching me.

"So, I've been thinking about that favor I owe you for doing this. And I can tell how badly you want to kiss me right now. How about I just let you do that?"

"How badly I want to kiss you? I don't think so, hotshot. You're clearly the one that wants to kiss me. Bartering with your friend to get his card. Asking me to straddle you. Running your hands across my ass. Massaging my inner thighs." I slapped his hand away.

He raised his left eyebrow. "But you're the one moaning."

I would have been hypnotized by how sexy he looked with his eyebrow raised if what he had said hadn't been so patronizing. I pushed his other hand off of me. "A deal's a deal." I climbed off of his lap. "Javier. Now."

Someone laughed to our left. I looked over at Matt. He had clearly enjoyed Rob's strikeout.

Rob sighed. "Fine. But I guarantee that I'm going to get you to change your mind eventually."

"Right. I don't think so."

"Rob, take this with you," Matt said and tossed him a cell phone. "It's your turn to watch it."

Professor Hunter snapped the book he was reading shut. "I have a better idea. Just let me talk to Penny for five minutes and..."

"Not happening," Rob said. "Bachelor party rules."

"She wouldn't be calling if something wasn't wrong. You know that." He looked truly concerned. Like he was worried his bride to be was in trouble and only he could save her. It was so romantic. It made me think again of how all my friends were getting engaged and married and I was stuck. Alone. I wanted what Professor Hunter had with his fiancée. True love. The kind you read about. Because I had actually read about them in a tabloid once.

"She just misses you, man," Mason said and turned the page of the magazine he was thumbing through. "Bee's already called me a few times."

"Yeah, but you got to talk to her. I'm just asking for a few minutes."

"You should let him talk to her," I said.

Professor Hunter looked up at me. "See, that's what we needed. A female's perspective. Thank you, Daphne. Now give me my fucking phone."

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