Page 72 of Tempting Me

Like he’s never wanted anything more than what’s standing in front of him.

And for Luca, that something is me.

I give my head a small shake and shrug.

This only fuels his frustration even more.

He quickly moves to the steps that lead to the beach.

It’s after ten, so the beach is closed right now, but that doesn't stop him.

“Where are you going?” I yell from the deck.

“To cool off.”

“Where?”

He pauses, turns, and then reaches behind him to pull his shirt off.

“In the water, Shay. I think we both need it. I’d ask you to join me, but we both know the answer.”

He can’t be serious. Swimming, now? And what does that mean, we know the answer. One kiss doesn't mean he knows me. Yet … he sort of does.

I have control, but I am a woman with needs, and that right there would be testing it to its ma—oh my gracious goodness golly, there go his pants.

He’s in his underwear.

Boxer briefs.

I should have known.

Look how they hug his hips. How they hug his thick thighs and how?—

“Are you going to stand there and watch me swim or prove me wrong and start stripping?”

I roll my eyes and cross my arms.

“It’s not safe to swim this late, Luca. You know this.”

“All the more reason not to let me swim alone.”

“I’m not getting in.”

“Fine. If I start to drown or whatever, you better hustle from your perch on that deck.”

He’s not going to drown.

Said way too many people before something went bad.

I jog down the steps.

“I’m only coming down here so that I can save you when you need it.”

He grins, and I swear to god, he may as well have touched me between my legs.

Shit.

No. This is not good.

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