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Will’s full lips crooked upward in a dazzling smile. He tilted his head, the moonlight setting his face aglow. “Spain was fun.”
“Fun,” I repeated. That probably meant orgies. Drugs. Ridiculous displays of wealth. I knew what Will considered fun. “That’s all you have to say? Not amazing? Incredible? Stupendous?”
Will’s eyes flickered, and he laughed softly. “When I heard you were here, I came home. You need entertainment. Can’t have you being bored…” He leaned close enough to whisper the next words. “…Little cousin.”
My stomach lurched. I couldn’t believe he’d call me that, after all this time. “If you think that’s funny—”
Will stepped behind me. His hands closed onto my shoulders and moved over my coiled muscles, massaging firmly. “You’re tense, Andie.”
My throat closed up. My last relationship had ended almost a year ago, and I wasn’t overly affectionate with my friends. No one had touched me in a long time, unless you counted hugging my mom during visits home. I wanted to lean into Will’s hands, but I resisted the urge.
“You don’t have to— Really, it’s okay,” I stammered.
“No, it isn’t.” He expertly rubbed further and further down my back. When he found my hips and squeezed, I stifled a gasp. “Relax,” he murmured. “Were Spence and Pax bothering you?”
“Not for long.” I tried to catch my breath. “Fortunately.”
When I glanced back, his smile gleamed. A frog croaked. Fireflies lit the air in tiny bursts. “Aren’t you here for an experience? Something you can’t get at home?”
Will’s exploring touch felt intimate. Too intimate. I should tell him to stop. I should go back to the party, or better yet, to the stack of books on my nightstand. But as he kneaded my petite waist and hips, tingling warmth spread over my skin and concentrated in my crotch.
“I’m here because your parents invited me,” I muttered.
“Mm,” was all Will said.
“Do you remember when we were kids and we talked about running away?” I asked quickly. “That was crazy. I thought you actually meant it—”
Will let go of my back and stepped in front of me. “Did you, now.”
His glazed green eyes moved over me lazily. He leaned in, and I caught a faint whiff of rum. One hand cupped my chin.
“What…what are you doing?” I whispered, my voice shaky.
“Let’s have a nice time, Andie.” He caressed my chin. “We’ve got three months together. We can have a lot of fun.”
“Wait, I—”
“Sshhh.” He put his finger over my lips. Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe. “Just let it happen.”
His head blotted out the moonlight. Warm lips met mine in a kiss.
“Will!” I gasped into his mouth. He tasted like mint and lime. Electricity raced through me. He pulled me closer, one arm snaking around my back. His tongue — hot, wet, thick — parted my lips. “Will—” I protested, stunned, before he kissed me again.
“Mmm, little cousin.” His fingers were wrapped in my hair. His other hand trailed down to toy with the scoop neck of my dress. My hands found his shoulders, confused and squeezing the swells of muscle.
I didn’t know whether to shove him away or pull him closer. He felt good, too good, but this was so wrong. And the way he was touching me — like a fruit he’d plucked off a tree because he felt like taking it. Selfish, for his own pleasure.
“You were worried about what to wear,” he whispered. One finger slipped inside the cotton neckline to tease my cleavage. Shocked, I grabbed his hand. “Worried you wouldn’t fit in. Just like always.”
“I’ll never fit in here. It’s fine. I don’t want to.” My voice ended on another gasp as Will stroked my breast. His hand easily twisted free of mine. His fingers were so warm — and so intrusive, roaming over the soft flesh. “Will, you have to stop.”
“No.” His fingers kept exploring the curve of my breast. Shameful pleasure washed over my body.
“Please,” I begged.
“Let’s see…” He paused as if thinking. “No.”
A finger tilted up my chin. His mouth closed over mine again. I tried to bite back a moan and nipped his lower lip instead. Our tongues kept brushing. I cursed the arousal that bloomed between my legs and compelled my mouth to open to him. Will grunted softly, pressing his firm leanness against my body.
