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I scoffed. “What kind of question is that?”

His lips pressed into a thin line. “A valid one by the way you’re deflecting and the sounds coming from your stomach.”

“A gentleman doesn’t comment on the sounds coming from a woman.” I cringed. “Stomach. A woman’s stomach. Or any bodily functions, really. We’re not nearly as secure in ourselves as—”

A thick arm wrapped around my waist and hauled me against his chest, making me squeal. My hair slipped over one shoulder as I leaned to the side, searching Slade’s face.

“Let’s get one thing straight.” Closing the gap, he paused when our noses brushed. “I’m no fucking gentleman, baby. But you’ll find that out for yourself soon enough.”

I swallowed hard, throat dry as my breaths quickened. “When?” Because from the way my body heated with his possessive hold and the darkened look in his eyes, I was ready now.

What was I thinking? I’d been ready since the day I met him.

“Soon.” The earlier scowl transformed into a cocky smirk. “But right now, I need to feed you and Jameson dinner. It’s past eight, and we’re all hungry.”

I licked my dry lips, about to tell him I didn’t want to wait until later, but he closed the distance, brushing his lips over my own before sealing them together.

The world slowed to a stop. Nothing around us mattered except for the dominant feel of the kiss and his possessive hold around my waist. A gentle vibration came from him, the moan barely audible but enough to urge me closer.

Turning, I wrapped both arms around his chest, fingertips barely touching along his spine as I sealed my body to his. Liquid heat pulsed through my veins as his firm length pressed into my stomach. I shifted, rubbing against him, making us both gasp as pleasure skyrocketed through every cell.

After another moment of him kissing the soul out of me, Slade pulled back, grumbling a curse.

“If we start this.” He pressed his forehead to mine, his quick breaths fanning across my face. Good to know I wasn’t the only one struggling to regain some composure. “I won’t stop.”

“Fine by me,” I rasped, swaying into him. “Food is overrated anyway. The body can go days without it.”

His light chuckle caught me off guard, but it was the wide smile and the emotion I couldn’t read behind his green eyes that made my heart skip a beat.

“Later. All good things come to those who wait.” Sliding his hand along my arm, he entangled our fingers and raised my hand, planting a kiss on the palm. So simple, yet it was as if he’d licked my core with the way my entire body sang with tingling pleasure. Holy hell, he was good, and I was way out of my league here. “Did you buy a bathing suit like I told you to?”

“Two, actually.”

“Good girl,” he praised.

Those two words sent my stomach flipping. Pressing my thighs together, I attempted to ease the steady throb the entire five-minute encounter had created, but it only made it worse.

“Go ahead and put one on, then meet us out by the pool,” he ordered. “I’ll cook everything I got from the store on the grill outside. And don’t worry, the water is heated. Jameson is already in.”

Well, there went that argument.

“Will you swim?” I asked, slipping my hand free from his to dig through the mountain of bags for the one that held the swimsuits.

“Maybe.” Still feeling his presence hovering in the doorway, I chanced a look over my shoulder. His gaze was locked firmly on my ass. “Or maybe I’ll just watch.”

He disappeared around the doorframe, leaving me frozen, jaw slack. Would he just watch me, or me and Jameson? Because he’d said “meet us” by the pool.

I so wanted to find out.

Clothes tumbled through the air as I tossed bags over my shoulder, hurrying to find the one I needed. A wash of relief was chased by a tsunami of excited anticipation when I pulled the tiny bloodred bikini free from the tissue paper.

I’d bought it with them in mind, knowing the color would look amazing against my skin, and the scraps of material were perfect to accentuate my long, toned legs and firm body. I might not have curves like I wanted, but I still looked good and knew how to highlight my tall, lean frame.

After cutting the tags and securing the barely-there bathing suit, I pulled the long sheer black cover-up from the bag and slipped my arms through the billowing sleeves. Despite knowing the two men waiting were in fact attracted to me and both had already seen me naked, nerves made my steps cautious as I tiptoed down the hall.

The sound of splashing water had me easing around the living room furniture toward the open glass door. Pausing, I leaned against the metal doorframe, taking in the panty-dropping scene. In a movie-worthy move, Jameson pushed himself out of the water, his arms flexing and showing off every defined muscle as he emerged from the pool. I wiped at the corners of my lips to make sure the massive amount of saliva collecting in my mouth hadn’t escaped.

Water ran in hundreds of rivers along his bare skin, the already tight boxer briefs now suctioned to him. His firm ass cheeks bunched with every step he took along the pool deck. My hand shot out, holding on to the door to keep me upright when he stopped beside a bare-chested Slade standing in front of a large steel grill. Even though I had a glimpse earlier that morning, seeing his tattoo-covered skin still sent my mind and hormones reeling. The designs blended perfectly, like they were all done at the same time instead of the years I assumed it took to accumulate.

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