Page 58 of Hexed
Off-limits.
Her ass bumps into the sink, and I lean in close, making her breasts press against me. It’s barely even a graze, but my heart backflips and dives like it’s careening off a cliff anyway. I swallow and pray she can’t feel how wildly it’s beating.
After bringing the towel up to her cheek, I wipe away the specks of blood that dot her face like splatters of paint on a canvas.
That’s what she is to me: a work of art.
I wish like hell she weren’t.
Her hand flies to my wrist, holding me in place.
She blows out a shaky breath, and I suck in every tremble, over and over, our mouths so close that the heat of her lips warms mine. But I don’t bridge that last millimeter of space; instead, I swim in the torture of almost touching, convincing myself that if I try,almostwill be enough.
I’ve never experienced an immediate attraction to anyone like this before, and I don’t know how to navigate it.
Pain radiates up my cheek from how tightly I’m clenching my jaw, and I use it to ground myself. To distract me from how badlyI want to swing her around, bend her over, and sink so deep inside her, I drown.
Off-limits.
Off-limits.
Off-limits.
Finally, I tear myself away, ripping my hand from her hip and dropping the washcloth in the basin.
“All done,” I murmur.
“Yeah,” she whispers.
I clear my throat. “I should go.”
She glances at me from under her long dark lashes, and lust scorches through my chest and up my esophagus until my mouth runs dry. I take a giant step back and then another, pulling at the collar of my shirt, because when the fuck did it get so hard tobreathe?
After whirling around, I walk away.
“See ya later, Lover Boy,” she calls to my back.
I’m in the room again and on her before I can think twice, pushing until she’s flush against the sink, and I lean down so my lips skim along the shell of her ear.
“It’s Enzo.”
And then I turn and leave before I’ll do something that both of us will regret.
Because it isn’therI’m supposed to want.
The beaches of South Carolina arenotthe same as the Northeast coast.
“Where were you again?” Aria asks me, her floppy sun hat casting a shadow over her face as she leans back in one of the lounge chairs on the Kingstons’ private beach.
I toss my head until it hits my own lounger. “How many times do we have to go over this?”
Aria narrows her eyes. “I just don’t understand what you could have possibly been doing forworkwhile you’re here.”
Her voice has an edge to it, and it’s the first time I’ve ever heard her be anything other than docile and sweet, at least when she’s speaking tome.
“Your cousin showed me around.” I speak slowly, hoping if I say it clearly enough, it will sink into her head. “Your dad wants me to open up a spot down here. A hotel or whatever.”
She pulls down her sunglasses just enough to look at me over the rim. “My cousin.”
