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She wrapped her other leg around my waist, hooking her ankles behind my back, and I pressed my forehead against hers with a hiss of pain.
“Not like this,” I whispered against the edge of her lips. “Whenever I thought about you—and fucking hell, I had a lot of thoughts—we were in a bed. A big fucking bed, and we had all night to use it.”
“We have beds,” she said, rolling her hips in a sinuous motion that had me seeing stars. “My bed ishugeand empty.”
I clamped a hand over her hip, hard.
“You better stop, love.” I dragged my teeth down the line of her shoulder, and she whimpered. “It’s been too long for me, and we are doing this the right way.”
Her eyes were dazed, her pupils blown wide. “What’s that? Because this feels very,veryright.”
“I’m taking you on a proper date,” I said simply. “I’m picking you up from your house tomorrow night. We’re going out someplace quiet and romantic, and I’ll ask you all the questions I still want answers to.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “I’ll even let you ask more than two.”
Zoe’s face softened, and she slid her hand over my cheek again. “That sounds nice.”
I hummed. “Good.”
When I started to pull back, she tightened her legs, her brow furrowing. “You’re still gonna kiss me, though, right?”
My lips curved into a devilish grin. “Not tonight.”
“What?”Oh, her eyes were on fire. “You just told me that when I smile, youcan’t bloody breathe,” she said, mimicking my accent. “And I don’t even get a kiss?”
“Won’t kill you to wait, Valentine. Imagine howI’vefelt all these years.”
With firm hands, I unhooked her legs and slid backward into the water, hard as a fucking rock and my chest lighter than it had ever been.
Zoe immediately started following, and I held up a hand. “You can’t change my mind.”
She stopped, setting her hands on her hips, mouth hanging open. “You’re serious.”
“Trust me, it pains me more than you can imagine.”
Her eyebrow quirked as I started up the steps, still facing her. “Yeah, I can tell. I’d be more than happy to help you relieve that pain.”
I wagged a finger in the air. “I’m courting you the proper way, and that’s that.”
Zoe stayed in the pool, staring at me incredulously, hands still propped on her hips.
Snatching a towel from the chair, I rubbed it over my chest and swim trunks, wincing only once when I brushed a bit too hard against my very angry hard-on.
She snorted. “Serves you right.”
“I’m sure it does, love.”
Her eyes took on an evil gleam.
“What’s that face?” I asked.
Her fingers trailed up over the edge of her bathing suit until she was fiddling with the strap around the back of her neck.
“Zoe,” I said in warning, “don’t you dare.”
She plucked at the knot behind her neck, and the suit loosened. My breath caught in my throat when she sank slightly below the water, then tugged her top off and tossed it up onto the concrete, where it landed with a wet slap by my feet.
Through the distorted filter of the pool, I saw just enough—the ripe curves and the pink of her nipples—that my mouth watered.
“You are a menace,” I whispered.
