Page 15 of The Right Guy
“Come on, I’ll take you inside to dry off.”
Ro was my hero. He saved me from drowning.
I dropped my head, emotions soaring. Fear, lust, anger, gratitude. With a quick rub of my nose, I slid him a sideways glance. “Thank you.”
His face was stern, and he didn’t say a word.
I waded into the changing rooms, huddled over as the sub-zero air conditioning chilled my skin. Footsteps escorted me from behind. I peeled off the sopping tee and slung it to the tiles, hearing it squelch. Ro thrust a fluffy towel forward. “Sorry, kid. The guys were goofing around.”
I rounded my shoulders and stood tall. My metallic boobs caught his eye. With a quick intake of air, Ro’s gaze settled on me like he’d just seen me for the first time, like really seen me. “Fuckin’hell, Ada! Where did those come from?” he drawled.
His gaze glued to my breasts with a definite linger of appreciation, and I instinctively stepped closer. My nipples turned to bullets, relishing the taunt of his hot breath on my damp skin. Every single hair on my body shot upright, and an intense surge of excitement grew between my legs.
Dark green eyes wandered from my heaving cleavage to my parted lips, halting when his eyes met mine. The smooth skin on his forehead creased, and his eyes narrowed. “You look different without glasses,” he half-whispered, but the words cracked in his throat.
My mouth suddenly dried, like I’d eaten those damn crackers again, and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. An unflattering whimper filled the electric atmosphere. The spark was unquestionable. Ro dragged his palm over his soaking hair and blew out a slow puff of air. His gaze wandered back down to the small metallic triangles that barely held my boobs in place.
“Thank you,” I stammered. “I can’t swim, and I hate pools.”
He shrugged with indifference like it was an everyday event to rescue a girl from drowning. “Don’t mention it, Ada.”
Ada—notkid.
I watched his throat bob and lifted to my tiptoes, anticipating his touch. Featherlight fingertips pressed the soggy, shiny material at my breasts, igniting millions of flares and detonating the mother of all explosions in my already soaked panties. I was hot, wet, and gasping for him. I pushed my chest upward and bumped into his open hand. The once gentle stroke became firm. My buttocks clenched as his mouth lingered a breath away from my lips.
This was it—the exact moment I’d dreamt of, over and over.
With a fluid dip of his head, our lips finally joined. The velvety pleasure stunned me into willing submission. I stopped breathing when his groin pressed into my hip bone. Ro was actually kissing me. I couldn’t be any more vulnerable, exposed in only a skimpy top and my skin begging for his daring hands to explore. Our lips clung together with soft, leisurely licks.
It was warm.
It was teasing.
It was wicked and naughty.
His roaming palm slid down to my belly, pausing at my navel. I froze until his teeth tugged my lower lip, sucking it seductively. The rush of excitement shuddered through me. My eyelids pinged open to catch the glint in his eyes like effervescent waters before a storm.
“You’re a sexy little thing, Ada,” he muttered with a hoarseness I’d never noticed before.I liked it, but that gravelly texture reminded me of Theo.
I drew in my lips, savoring the chaotic burn left in the wake of our bewildering kiss.Hands cupped my cheeks, and his mouth covered mine all over again.
“You want more?” He rasped into my open mouth with a thick urgency.
All I could do was nod to the same tempo as my marching heartbeat. The tips of his fingers drifted, breaching the waistband on my soggy jeans. His other hand squeezed my buttocks, tilting my pelvis upward so he could maneuver his hand deeper into my panties. My head fell back when his short nails trailed over my gooseflesh. The aroma of his fresh cologne made my head spin, unhooking me from sanity and setting me adrift.
A low grunt broke the silence when Ro found what he was searching for. “Holy fuck, Ada.”
I barely acknowledged the door handle rattle as my insides greedily clenched his fingers and volts of pleasure catapulted to my core. His finger slipped out, and I sensed his rapid withdrawal before my eyes opened.
“Hey! Ada, are you in there?” Kim shouted from the hallway, fisting the door with repetitive thumps. “Let me in.”
The dreamy haze evaporated. His hands left my body like I had scalded him. Those fingers of his, slick with my essence, scraped through his hair,all the way downto the back of his neck. “Look, kid, you’re okay, right?” He didn’t pause for my response as he yelled, “Yeah, she’s in here.” His eyes cut away as I snagged the towel from the floor. An angry vein pulsated in his neck, and his lips tightened. He stalked to the door, turned the lock and stood back without saying a word.
Kim burst inside, oblivious to her intrusion. I hastily covered my erect nipples and hid behind the towel. I was buzzing, reeling in the dirty, fantastic aftermath. He kissed me. Ro Huxley kissed me, and then he retreated away quicker than the tide.
“I put those guys in their place, Ada, and—one of them gave me his number.” Her eyes blazed with anger and something strange.
My gaze flew from her surreptitious smile to Fia, who filled the doorway with her aura of jealousy. A menacing scowl twisted her elegant features, and eyes as dark as a starless night sky pinned me with a look of disgust. Her cheeks glowed an unflattering shade of scarlet. A designer sandal tapped the floor repeatedly and her arms crossed over her bright white bikini top. “Ro, why the hell were you alone with her? That breaks like umpteen dating rules.” Her hands zoomed to narrow hips, anger whipping off her tongue. “Why were you locked in the changing room with that?” she hissed.With a flick of her wrist, she gestured to him to join her side. “She’s such a geek, Ro.”
