Page 76 of Cocky Prince
Mira gently sets her margarita adrift in the water, then removes her off-the-shoulder T-shirt, revealing a fitted tank beneath. She drops her shorts and dives in after Tyler.
Her damp head pops out of the water a second later. “Shit! It’s effing cold.” She flails around, presumably to warm up. “Tyler, get over here. I need your body heat.”
Tyler swims to Mira and wraps his arms around her, grinning at her teeth chattering and histrionics. She’s latched on to him like a koala bear.
Mira is Washoe, one of the indigenous tribes of Lake Tahoe, so I find it pretty damn hilarious that she’s a total wuss in the water. “Mira, what happened to your native roots?”
“Don’t throw that shit in my face,” she calls. “Get in here and see how warm you are!”
Adam peers at me and raises his eyebrow.
“I can’t,” I say quietly.
“Chicken?” His tone is low.
“No. I’m just…wearing inappropriate undergarments,” I mumble. My face warms and I squirm in my seat.
He leans forward, suddenly very interested. “What do you have on under there?” His eyes dip down my body.
I shouldn’t be embarrassed. He’s seen what’s under my shirt many times, because we’ve been…activethis past week.
I flip up my loose tank top, fast, to give him a glimpse.
His smile drops and his gaze lifts to mine in a heated stare. He breathes in and rubs a hand over his mouth. “Let’s get out of here. I can have them dropped off in ten, maybe fifteen minutes.”
I laugh. “Adam, we can’t.”
He reaches across the boat and pulls me onto his lap, kissing my neck and tugging down the tank to gain access to the bra I just flashed him. “Why not? Who cares about them anyway?”
“Uh, you do? Because they’re your friends?”
“If one of them was in my position, they’d dump my ass off faster than you could blink.”
I laugh and swat his grabby hands. One of his palms is sliding up my leg, and the other is stealthily squeezing the side of my breast from beneath my tank top. “You’re bad.”
“You can’t flash me like that and expect me to control myself.”
“You insisted on knowing why I couldn’t get in the water.”
He glances at me pointedly. “And now I can’t get the image out of my head.”
“Hey,” Mira calls. “What’s going on up there? You guys coming in, or what?”
“No!” Adam yells, at the same time I say, “Maybe.”
He shakes his head. “Hell. No.” He leans in until his mouth brushes my ear. “Your bra is see-through.”
“Well, I was thinking about you.” I wiggle to dislodge his hand from under my top, which has grown more daring with each second that passes. His fingers are inside my bra and he’s doing unseemly things to my nipple that have my heart racing. “I figured you’d be coming over later, and I might have dressed for the occasion.”
“And I thank you for that. But there is no way I want my friends looking at your beautiful breasts.” The hand I managed to dislodge from under my top tightens around my waist.
“Should I go in with my clothes on?” I ask.
His gaze drifts to the side, as though he’s thinking. “Are the panties the same?” I smile, and he shakes his head with a growl. “You’re killing me. You realize that, right?”
I wanted to kill him with my sexy lingerielater, not while our friends were around.
“I have a solution.” He reaches for the T-shirt he tossed in front of my seat and throws it over my head.
