Page 18 of Chasing You

She just tips her head. “Looks that way, doesn’t it?”

I just sit here dumbfounded. I didn’t think she could become any more attractive, but here she is riding a motorbike, and looking sexy as hell while doing it.

She grins before nodding towards the tiramisu I’m still holding. “You a dessert guy, are you?”

“Uhh,” I look down at the mostly devoured cake, “you could say that.”

Why do I forget how to simply speak when she’s around?

She just chuckles to herself, like she can see right through me. She meets my eyes again. “Can I join you?”

I nod. “Of course you can.”

She climbs off her bike and saunters over to me, settling on the bench next to me. She just grabs the fork and digs into the tiramisu without invitation. Not that I have any complaints, especially when my gaze narrows in on her lips closing around the fork, not as she groans in pleasure just like I did.

It feels deeply erotic watching her eat a dessert.

I clear my throat, readjusting my position on the bench, shuffling an inch away from her because being this close to her makes me hot.

“Aren’t you overheating in that thing?” I ask, nodding towards her full leather outfit.

“Fucking boiling,” she says with a laugh. “You know, if youlike this, you would love my ma’s desserts. Carina is good, but nothing compares to my ma’s panna cotta.”

“Ooh, I do love a good panna cotta,” I say.

She hums to herself, taking another fork full of the dessert. “Maybe one day you can try it.”

“I hope so,” I say as casually as I can, considering the fact that we are talking about me meeting her mother.

“Do you want to go for a swim?”

My head whips towards her. “You gonna swim in that?”

“I’ve got a bikini under the seat,” she nods to her bike. Of course she does. I think the universe is playing a game with me, because I think I might die if I see Marina in a bikini.

But instead of getting myself out of this situation, I say, “I have a pool at my place.”

“At your hotel?” she asks.

“No, uh, at my house. My summer house.”

Her brows furrow together as she smiles. “You have a house here, pretty boy?”

“Yeah.” I snatch the fork from her hand and scoop up the last piece of dessert before she finishes it off for me. “Wanna see?”

“Areyou fucking for real with this right now? This is your summer house?”

I chuckle as I throw my keys on the kitchen bench.

“I was imagining some small villa on the beach front or something, not amansion. Jesus.” Marina pokes around my house with no shame whatsoever, checking out each room in her vicinity. “Oh my god, look at this kitchen!” She spreads her arms along the bench top as if she’s giving it a hug. “Tell me you cook some bomb ass meals in here.”

I chuckle again. “I try to anyway.”

Her eyes widen. “Do you know how many brownies I couldmake in here? I could salsa in here while I wait for it to bake. It's that big.”

“You can salsa?” I ask, rounding the island to lean against the bench next to her.

“Not at all, but I could if I really wanted to.”

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