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I nod. I think she mentioned it during our bike ride. She's not saying it, but that most likely means no more workouts with me. It's one thing to hang out on the beach in theHamptons, another to be seen in the city with apunklike me. I don't want to talk about that shit, so I turn and grab her neck and pull her face to mine.
She gasps as our lips collide. It's salty and sweet and we've both instantly forgotten what we were talking about. My hand slips behind her back and pulls her closer till her boobs are touching my chest. She looks so good in her sports bra, I want to rip that thing off so bad. Normally, I'd never go this slow with a girl. They usually don't want to wait and neither do I. Everything about Mila is different. This girl I need to handle with care.
My hands wrap behind her knees and pull her on top of me till she's straddling my hips. I lay down and wait for her to lean over to kiss me. Oh, she wants it. She follows my lips down and crashes us together again. Her hot core is sitting right on my dick. We could be naked and doing it in thirty seconds.
But this is Milana Bianchi. She definitely can't be seen making out on the beach with apunk. But damn it feels good to have her on top of me. Gonna let her do her thing for a few more minutes. My dick is hard as a rock wanting to pump inside her.
"You're lucky this spandex is impossible to get off or I'd take you right here on the beach."
She gasps and laughs. "Let's go back inside the lighthouse." Her eyes twinkle with mischief.
Tempting. Very tempting. But I'm not doing it with her for the first time in a dirty old concrete tower. "Not here. But I'll tell you one thing, Mila. When we do it, I want you on top of me like this. Want you to work your hips, take what you need to get you there. Want to watch you enjoy it all. Watch your face when you come on my dick."
She bites her lower lip and blushes as the wind blows her hair into her eyes.
"Now, let's get back to the truck."
She sits up and pouts. Cute. "Come to the beach house tomorrow. My family will be gone. We'll take a quick swim in the pool."
The pool? "No way." I got bad memories of that pool.
"Please?" She kisses me again with tiny kisses all over my lips and chin.
God, I love this attention from Mila. She makes me smile. "Maybe."
"Maybe?" She sits up and bounces on my dick. "Maybe is not no!" She's laughing and smiling. "I'll take a good solid maybe."
I slap her hip to urge her to climb off me. "Let's get back. We'll see about swimming tomorrow."
She smiles to herself and hops off. She brushes the sand from her butt and takes off running, no warning. She snuck a headstart. I let her get a good ten seconds ahead before I take off. I pass her right before we get to the parking lot.
"Oh my gosh. How did you pass me?"
"You're tired. I can go all day. Stamina." I kiss her next to her Jetta and open the door for her. "You got everything?"
She puts her water bottle in her cup holder and fishes out her keys. "Yep. I'll see you tomorrow at the pool?"
I have to smirk at her determination. "Maybe."
Chapter 11 Renzo
Mila
Foster has way too much self-control. He kisses me and ends it like he's not burning up inside for me like I am for him. Despite the sexual frustration, we've been "getting to know each other" really well. Best week of my life. I've never been so happy as I am when I'm with Foster.
I've left the door to the solarium open, and I've been waiting for him for fifteen minutes. If he doesn't show up, it would mean he's afraid to face his fears, and he didn't think enough of me to say goodbye for the summer. But if I know him at all, he won't be able to resist the challenge and he'll want to spend every last minute with me.
We never talked about why he was holding back, but I'm telling myself it was the bruises and he was waiting for them to heal. The bruises are gone now, and he has no excuse not to make out with me on our last night together.
I'm sitting in a lounge chair staring at my sandals when I hear the rumble of a motorcycle up the drive.
Butterflies flit around in my stomach like they do every time I know I'm going to see him.
He walks into the solarium. Yes! He's wearing swim trunks. That means he's at least open to getting in the pool.
"Hi," I say with a smile. His trunks hug his trim waist and he's his usual casual-sexy self with his old surf tee.
"Hi." The wry reluctance in his tone doesn't deter me. I know I'm looking at a fight here.
