Page 83 of The Bad Girl List

He hesitates, then says, “Come here.” The water splashes as he holds out a hand.

I take it. He pulls me into his side, his hand coming around my saran-wrapped waist.

“I forgot about needing to keep a new tattoo dry.” The warmth of his hand seeps into my skin through the plastic as it splays across my hip and stomach. “What did you get?”

“You’ll have to wait and see,” I reply, teasing.

His gaze is heated when he says, “I look forward to it.”

He’s tall enough that he can stand, whereas I float in his grip. His skin is hot against my side, but it doesn’t warm me all the way. Another shiver of cold quivers through me.

“Shit, you’re freezing,” he says.

“Would you believe me if I told you this is a semi-normal state for me? All the women in my family are cold blooded.”

A long moment passes. I keep my eyes up on the moon, letting the shivers roll through me, trying not to bring attention to it.

The water stirs as Trevor moves. He steps behind me and pulls me to his front, his broad chest curling around my back as he holds me. The tip of his erection bulges against my bottom.

“Sorry.” He adjusts me so that I can’t feel that part of him, inching my bottom so that it nestles higher against his abdomen. “Side effect of having a beautiful girl naked in the pool with me.”

I instinctively arch into his warmth. Both his arms wrap around me as he hugs me against him. This would have been a hell of a lot better without the saran wrap, but nothing short of a fire alarm could ruin this moment for me.

“Better?” His breath feathers against my ear.

“Mmm-hmm.” It’s the only sound I’m capable of making. I’m afraid that if I try to speak, nothing but babble will come out. My body might be cold on the outside, but on the inside, I’m turning into a volcano.

On the other side of the pool, Minnie, Thomas, and Annika are all sitting on one of the steps, the water lapping around their waists. With their breasts free and glowing under the moon, Minnie and Annika look like Playboy bunny models. Thomas is practically in Candy Land with two beautiful, naked women sitting next to him.

“Do you still want potato chips?” His lips graze the shell of my ear.

I want you. The thought skitters across my brain. My body is electrified, the current growing with a momentum that’s making it hard for me to think.

“I don’t think I’m high anymore.” The effects of my two hits off the joint had worn off on the hike here, though my body still feels pleasantly relaxed. “That doesn’t mean I’d turn down potato chips if you offered them to me, though.”

“Next time we break into a pool to go skinny-dipping, I’ll pack a picnic.”

Now I know he’s flirting. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

Thomas grabs Minnie and pulls her in for a long, sensuous kiss. Minnie rewards him with a nibble on the ear–then shocks the hell out of me by grabbing Annika and kissing her on the mouth.

Annika lets out a gasp of surprise, but Minnie holds onto her. Thomas, not to be deterred, puts his arms around both women and draws them in. It’s not long before all three of them are making out–together.

There would have been a time when what I’m witnessing my cousin do would have sent me running for cover. Or at the very least, grabbing the nearest pair of earmuffs and a blindfold. But all it does is heighten my awareness of Trevor. The lava inside me is rising up.

Trevor’s hands tighten around me, the stubble of his chin brushing my shoulder. Neither of us says anything as things heat up between Minnie, Thomas, and Annika. I close my eyes and lean my head back against his shoulder. His scruff rubs against my temple.

Time becomes elastic, each moment stretching out in what almost feels like agony. There’s a three-way unfolding in front of me, but my vision is blurred, all my attention on the way his breath feels against my neck.

Trevor, I want you. I almost say the words. I want to say them so badly. I want you to be my vacation fling, my one-night stand, my boy toy, and my fuck buddy. I want you anyway I can have you.

When I turn my head to look at him, I find myself nose to nose with him. “Trevor.” His name slips between my lips.

“Yeah?”

“Uh.” My brain scrambles as his dark eyes lock with mine. “I forgot what I was going to say.”

His soft laugh vibrates against my back. “That’s the pot. It can make you scatterbrained.”

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