Page 84 of The Bad Girl List

It’s not the pot. It’s the heat throbbing between my legs, it’s his hard muscles against my back, and strong biceps holding me tightly against him. I’ve never wanted to kiss someone so badly in my entire life.

But before we’d left the VRBO, before I took my first hit of pot, and before I ended up naked in the pool with Trevor Moretti, I had decided to let him take the lead tonight. He’s the one with the hang-ups, which means he needs to set the pace.

This pact I’d made with myself is the only thing that keeps me from diving on him like a piranha in heat.

I break eye contact. “How’s Tequila?”

“Tequila? She told me she wanted a career change.”

“What?” I have no idea what he means.

“She wants to take up superheroing.”

It takes a few seconds for his joke to penetrate. My laugh, when it finally comes, is breathy. My breasts jiggle the water.

“Was my joke that bad?” he asks, rubbing his chin gently against my head.

I lean into the pressure of his chin. “No, it was a good joke. My brain is just slow.” Because he is so, so distracting. And maybe because I still have a little weed in my bloodstream. “Is superheroing a real word?”

“Definitely. I looked it up before I came tonight. I’ve been planning that joke all day.”

Forehead crinkling with amusement, I turn to look at him. “You are so weird.”

“Says the girl who drew my three-legged dog as a superhero. You put the idea into her head, not me. You know I didn’t plan that joke, right?”

“Yeah, I got that.”

“I did spend the entire day thinking about you, though.”

His words send a sharp spear of desire through me. A soft moan escapes my lips.

A growl rumbles up from Trevor’s throat in response. Without warning, he flips me around, pulling my front against his. My nipples tingle from the contact. I stop breathing as his eyes lock with mine.

“Is this okay?” His voice is husky.

“Mmm-hmm.” I wrap my legs around his waist, my breaths making the water stutter around me.

Trevor shifts me in his arms. The tip of his erection brushes my core before he gets me settled a little higher on his waist. The brief contact is almost enough to make me spontaneously combust.

“Did you know a new season of Survivor started this past weekend?” he asks.

I shake my head. “No. I had to cancel my television subscriptions when Oliver moved out.”

“I heard my mom and dad talking about it after Sunday dinner. They recorded it on their DVR.” He leans forward, resting his forehead against mine. “Sorry, I’m rambling. I’m nervous.”

He’s nervous? “That makes two of us.”

The tip of his cock presses against me a second time. This time, Trevor doesn’t readjust me. Just when I didn’t think my heart could race any faster, he proves me wrong.

“You do things to me.” He cups the side of my face, running his thumb along my cheekbone.

I wait to see what he’ll do, sticking firm to my resolve to let him take the lead. I want him inside me so badly, but I know I can’t push. If Trevor is going to be my number ten, he has to come to it on his own. It must be pretty damn obvious that I want him.

I have no idea how condoms work in swimming pools, or if they work in swimming pools, but I’m beyond caring. I have an IUD. I’ll take Trevor however I can get him, however much he’ll give me.

He continues to hold me, the tip of his erection still pressing against me. His hand slides past my ear to gently free my hair from its buns. I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of his fingers sliding through my strands. His forehead still rests against mine.

I vaguely notice that Annika and the others have migrated to the cabana. Soft sounds come from inside.

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