Page 96 of Lost & Found

“You don’t know when to stop, do you?” I murmured. “Today was reminder enough why I walked away from that girl.”

I leaned closer, not touching her mouth, but damn if I didn’t want to kiss her senseless. “If you’re not careful, I’ll have Tori write you and me into her next book. Full names. Descriptions. Every fucking little detail of what I’d do to you, if we were the characters.”

She shifted again, and this time it wasn’t a reflex. Her hips rolled beneath me. The friction dragged a slow exhale from my lungs.

“Ha…fat chance,” she heaved.

Her pupils had blown wide, blue darkening to something molten. The flush in her cheeks had deepened, but there wasn’t the slightest flicker of fear in her expression. Only want. That was the dangerous part.

I half expected hesitation. A crack in her bravado. But she was a Caruso after all, and they didn’t break easily. She looked me straight in the eye as if to say, ‘take it farther, I dare you.’

She was going to kill me. I started counting to ten in my head and made it to six before she erupted again.

“Tori…she…she writes fantasy and paranormal,” she stammered, breath uneven. “Shape-shifters with knots and aliens with dual…dual…dual—”

Her gaze dropped straight down. My erection pulsed against her clit. I tightened my grip just enough to make a point and get her attention.

“Cocks?” I supplied.

Her throat worked as she swallowed. Watching it only inflamed me more.

“Is that the word you’re searching for?” I leaned down until my mouth ghosted over her lips once more. “Eyes up here, princess.”

She twisted beneath me, still staring down at my dick like she couldn’t help herself. The sight of her mouth parted like that did me in. What would it feel like to slide into her warm, wet mouth and watch her gag on me?

Tired of fighting it, I dipped my head to finally kiss her—and my phone exploded between us. Sebastian’s ringtone cut through the room like a damn alarm. I exhaled through my nose, ignoring it. Ignoring him.

“And if you’re that curious about dual cocks,” I murmured against her lips. Her tongue flashed and then retreated before I could capture it. “We can find a sex shop in town. I’m adaptable, not to mention flexible. I’d be happy to accommodate you for a little DP or maybe some DVP once you’re ready.”

The ringing stopped and blessed silence followed.

“DP? DVP?” she choked.

“Um hm. Double penetration. That’s one in the front and one in the back. Care to take a guess at what the v is in DVP?”

Her eyes widened. Not playful anymore. They flickered straight to where our bodies were still pressed together. My phone sounded once more. Her eyes moved to the pocket. She knew who it was.

And that was when a flash of fear showed. But it wasn’t for me. It was because of him. Her brother. I gave her one final, deliberate grind of my hips before releasing her wrists and rolling off.

“Hey, Brother,” I answered smoothly. “We’re getting ready to head down to the beach. What’s up?”

A pillow smacked the back of my head. I whipped around. She was sitting upright now, hair wild, cheeks red, fury simmering. I bit back a grin and crossed to the dresser. Last night I’d clocked exactly where she put everything when she unpacked.

I pulled open the drawer and fished out the red bikini I’d seen. Sebastian once more launched into threats.

“I know,” I mumbled. “We aren’t. There’s a couch in here. I sent you a photo. Do you need a fucking walk-through as well?”

I had, in fact, sent him a picture. Just not of this room. Kinsley’s loose lips had forced my hand. I grabbed one from the hotel’s website—different room layout, different setup. Close enough.

God help me if he asked for the walk-through. I let the bikini bottoms slide between my fingers. The thought of it on her had my jaw tightening. But none of Sebastian’s warnings said I couldn’t appreciate the view.

I grabbed my swim trunks and shut the drawer with my hip. Sebastian transitioned into work updates, his tone shifting from murderous to managerial. I only listened to half of it.

With a smirk on my face, I walked back to Isabella and dropped the bikini in her lap. She looked down and then back up. I covered the speaker with my palm.

“Feel free to Google the nearest sex shop,” I whispered. “Pretty sure we passed one this morning. I’ll borrow Chase’s car.”

She huffed, “In your dreams. I’m not losing my virginity to a damned piece of silicone.”