Page 66 of Bad Habit
Ten
Mac
Faith took a sip of ice water as we stretched side by side under the shade of the private cabana I’d reserved for us by the pool.
“Want another drink?” I asked.
“No thanks.”
She adjusted the cover-up she wore over her conservative but smoking-hot bathing suit, in a turquoise fabric dotted with bright red cherries that reminded me of photos of 1940s pinup girls. She couldn’t look cuter, or sexier. Luckily my loose swim trunks helped hide my perma-boner.
“You doing okay?” I turned onto my side on the double lounge chair, wishing I could see her eyes under her oversized sunglasses. The personal shopper at Barney’s had done an awesome job helping Faith pick stuff out.
“I’m wonderful.” She rewarded me with a smile and took my hand. “You don’t need to keep asking. But it is thoughtful.”
“It’s just that you’ve been so quiet today. Having second thoughts?”
“About what?”
“Committing all these sins. Losing your virginity.”
She shook her head. “Just concentrating on the sloth portion of our itinerary.”
“Cheers to that.” I raised my beer and took a sip, then lay back, loving how her hand felt in mine and trying to convince myself that nothing had changed between us.
But somethingwaswrong. I’d taken the cherry of a girl who’d promised herself to freaking Jesus. There was nothing more wrong than that.
This morning, I’d found her carefully folding all the Barneys purchases, and my heart nearly snapped, thinking she was trying to sneak off and find her way back to San Francisco on her own.
It was a relief to learn she only planned to take everything back to the store.
I put a stop to that, finally telling her she couldn’t do the return without my credit card, plus she’d need a few more outfits to wear while we were on the trip.
We compromised on her being able to return anything she didn’t get around to wearing in Vegas, and we’d sealed our deal with a kiss that lead to a steaming-hot make-out session that left me blue-balled when it became clear she didn’t want to go past third base.
Not that third base wasn’t awesome, but now that my dick had been inside her, it had a mind of its own and was furious I hadn’t done all I could to force myself back in there again.
Now that we’d done the deed, it almost seemed she didn’t want to do it again, like having sex once had gotten it out of her system. It certainly hadn’t gotten it out of mine. Just the opposite. If I’d wanted her before, now I only wanted her more. And not just for sex.
I didn’t want to let her out of my sight. Ever. I knew this had to end, would never develop into a relationship—she had a prior one with God—but I wanted to make the most of it while it lasted.
I stroked her hand with my thumb, and she responded with a low murmur of pleasure.
I’d never felt this way around a woman. I hadn’t imagined it possible that I could feel so possessed, so devoted, so freaking committed to doing everything I could to make someone else happy, to do what I could to keep her at my side.
I was drunk, but I’d only had two beers. Drunk on Faith.
“Come here.” I slid closer toward her. “I want to hold you.”
She snuggled up against me, and I tucked my arm under her shoulders and pulled her in close. Her hand rested on my chest, and she drew a long breath, her exhale dancing lightly over my pecs.
My balls constricted.Fuck. I was so hard it hurt, but if that was the price of being able to hold her, I’d gladly pay.
Her fingers teased my chest hair. “Tell me more about your business.”
“It’s all pretty boring.”
“Not to me. I want to learn, understand more about the world, your world.”
