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I slide a hand around her back and yank her toward me, soaking in the way her mouth parts on a gasp.

“I could never just be friends with a woman like you, Shay.”

My lips are on hers before she has a chance to reply.

They're just as soft as I knew they would be, but the moan that comes with it, vibrating against my tongue, urges me to act as if I’m starving for her touch. I back her up until she hits the dresser, then I slip my tongue past her lips. She meetsmine with her own. Ohhhhh. Damn, she tastes like sugar. Her hands skim up the front of my shirt, scorching my body with her fingertips, and I press into her, letting her feel how hard she’s made me from just one touch.

She breaks the kiss to take a deep breath, but she doesn’t let go of me, so I kiss her neck, memorizing her every feature as I reach her collarbone.

“Luca,” she whimpers, and I lose it.

In a frenzy, I grip her hips and set her on the dresser. My hands instinctively cup her knees and spread her legs, then I stand between them and tug her to me.

I grind into her and take her lips with mine once more.

With both hands now on her ass, I spread my fingers wide, lifting her slightly to rub her against me.

“Fuck,” I say.

“I know.”

For a split second, I think she’s going to agree with me only to push me away and say we can’t do this, but she doesn’t. Instead, she holds my face in her hands and kisses me harder.

I’m not going to fuck her the first time I kiss her, but fuck all if my dick isn’t begging me to move this along faster right now.

But then someone honks their horn, and we both split away from each other.

The room suddenly feels small as our chests heave and we catch our breaths.

I meet her eyes, only to notice her red and swollen lips.

Those are my lips.

Then she drops her gaze and stares at my cock, which is fully erect right now thanks to her.

She steps back and says the words I dreaded to hear a moment ago.

“That can never happen again.”

And then she dashes out of the room and out of the cabin.

Well, that’s fucking great.

Not.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

SHAY

The Marina is my focus.

The Marina is my focus.

The Marina is my focus.

This is the phrase I’ve repeated all day long. And it was a lot, too, because today was slow and I hated every minute of it. It only reminded me that this is all the more reason why whatever happened with Luca last night can’t happen again.

Even if every single part of my body is crying for it.

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