Page 31 of Little Devil

“It’s really cold in there,” I inform him, gesturing to the water to distract myself from his abs.

“Don’t be a pussy.”

“I am not a pussy.”

“Prove it,” he challenges, looking right at me while he pops the button on his jeans. “Quit acting like a good girl for once in your life and make a fucking mess.”

“I’m not acting.”

“You sure?”

I sigh and swallow the last of my pizza, wiping my hands with a napkin before I decide to stand up and do as he says. I walk over to him and bend over to remove my shoes, placing them down into the footwell beside his, then I pull my dress over my head and toss it onto the back seat next to his clothes. I’m left in a black lacy thong with a strapless bra to match and he’s wearing nothing but his boxers, hard and ripped and sexy as hell.

“I’m not taking my underwear off.”

“That’s okay,” he says quietly, reaching out to run his thumb over the edge of my thong at my bikini line. “I can just pull this to the side.”

My jaw hangs wide open and he lifts his eyes to my mouth, trapping his bottom lip between his teeth to cover his laughter.

“Can you stop doing that?”

“Doing what?” he asks innocently, attempting to keep a straight face but failing.

“Staring at my tongue like you wanna suck on it.”

He makes a noise that sounds like a cross between a choke and a groan, leaning over me to rest his forehead on mine. “You said that on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Maybe,” I tease, backing away from him to make my way down to the water.

He follows me and I take a breath to ready myself, toeing the shoreline for a second to test the temperature, but then the bastard wraps his arm around my waist from behind and lifts me off my feet.

“Xan!” I squeal, frantically kicking my legs out while he walks me forward and drags me into the ocean.

“Don’t you know it’s better to just dive right in?” he jokes, laughing at me when I try to wiggle myself free. “I thought you said you weren’t a pussy.”

“Oh my god, you’re such an asshole!”

“You’re sexy when you curse,” he teases, leaning over me to nip my earlobe.

I squeal again and elbow his ribs, finally gaining enough leeway to spin around to face him. The water’s up to my collarbone now and it’s fucking freezing, but I can’t help the big ass grin splitting my lips. He grins back and slides his hands over my waist, pulling me into him to wrap my legs around his hips. The warmth of his body feels good against mine and I rest my forearms on his shoulders, taking the opportunity to study every inch of his face while he’s this close to me.

He’s hot, but it’s more than that.

I like his energy and the way he talks, the way he does whatever the hell he wants without worrying what other people might think of him.

He doesn’t care.

He simply does not give a shit, and that excites me more than it should.

I wish I could be like him.

“What’s your deal with all the dares?” I ask, running my fingers through his stupid purple hair to emphasise my question.

“Me and my older brother started this game when we were little,” he explains, slowly running his hands over my outer thighs. “Sort of like a running joke. I’d dare him to do some stupid shit and he’d do the same to me, and whoever said no first would lose the game.”

“Who lost?”

“Well, technically, no one did. It’s still going on.”

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