Page 17 of Sinners' Appetite
“So, Malachi. Tell us more about you,” Sammi says, shifting her eyes from me to Malachi.
Malachi shrugs his shoulders and lets out a soft laugh. “What do you want to know?”
Even his fucking laugh makes me wet. Why is this happening to me? His voice is crazy deep and it’s sending chills down my spine in sync with my throbbing clit.
“Why did you move all the way here?” Sammi asks, taking a large sip of her drink.
“My father passed away not long ago, and the rest of my family? Let’s just say that I’m not a fan of them. I wanted to start over. New city, new me…you know?” he says, shooting a glance in my direction.
Oh fuck. Breathe, Nikki.
“You’re a photographer, right?” I blurt out, trying to distract myself from the way he’s making me feel at this moment.
“Yup.” He takes another sip of his beer and I can’t help but focus on the way his lips wrap around the top. I can just imagine how good it would feel to have those lips all over my body.
Shit.
“That’s interesting…” I reply.
That’s interesting? Really, Nikki?
“Very—interesting.” Sammi smirks, reaching for the bottle of tequila in the middle of the table.
I shoot her a warning glare but she ignores me, pouring herself a shot. She then grabs another shot glass and pours another, sliding it over to me.
Shaking my head, I slide the shot toward Malachi. “You can have this.” I smile.
“Sure, if you don’t want it, I guess I’ll take it.” He reaches for the shot and slams it back in one swallow.
“We should all go in the hot tub later…” Jeremy suggests, smiling over at me and Sammi.
“You have a hot tub?” Malachi asks.
“Fuck yeah.” Jeremy points toward the back of the yard. “It’s way down there.”
“Is that a sauna beside it?”
“Sure is. We don’t use it a lot.”
“I didn’t bring any swim shorts though.”
“I’m sure Jeremy has a pair that would fit you,” Sammi offers, looking to her husband.
“I do. Let’s go upstairs and I can grab them for you.” With that, the two of them excuse themselves and head inside through the patio door.
The second they close it, I quickly turn my head toward Sammi. “Save me! Tell them I’m on my period or something stupid. I can’t get into a hot tub with him.”
“Oh, yes you can, and you will. You need this,” she says.
I let out a nervous laugh. “No! I can’t. Just listening to him talk is making me so fucking horny. This was a bad idea. Texting him is different. I can’t see or hear him.”
“You two have been texting? Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks, nudging me with her elbow.
“It was nothing—I just thanked him for the stuff he brought me.”
“Mmm-hmm. I bet that’s all it was. He looks at you like you’re a damn snack. Which—you are,” she teases.
“This is killing me. I’ve never been so attracted to someone like this before. It’s freaking me the fuck out,” I admit.
