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“Maybe I wasn’t looking for sex.”
“Sure you weren’t,” she murmurs.
She doesn’t understand how drawn to her I am. But I can be patient. Eventually she’ll figure it out.
I settle in, listening to the silence of the night. Until my eyes slide closed, and I fall asleep to the soft sound of Livia’s breathing.
Six hours later, my alarm starts playing a Rolling Stones tune from somewhere outside of Livia’s bedroom.
I wake up slowly, realizing that Livia is still stretched out on my chest. She’s not sleeping, though. Instead, she’s sucking gently on my neck, while her fingertips skim down my ribcage.
It takes me a moment to arrive at full consciousness. But my dick is already there. As she moves her soft body over mine, I let out a horny groan. “Stop it, woman. I’m supposed to get up.”
“Oh, you already are,” she says.
“Livia,” I warn through a clenched jaw. “My father is calling at seven.” And the thought of his grumpy voice in my ear is almost enough to get my body under control.
Almost. But then Livia uses the ultimate weapon. She takes my hand and guides it into her panties. When I feel how wet she is, I forget all about my morning plans.
CHAPTER 31
LIVIA
Nash pulls me into a hot kiss, and I feel about a hundred emotions at the same time.
I’d half-woken a little while ago to find Nash’s hard body beside mine. I’d opened my eyes to see his gold skin illuminated by the soft morning light. And I’d been seized with a powerful, irrational thought:that man is mine.
For a whole minute or two, I’d been trapped in a waking dream. I’d pictured Nash rolling over to kiss me.
And Nash handing me a cup of coffee.
Nash listening to something I’d explained to him, his expressive brown eyes thoughtful.
Nash laughing.
I’m a practical girl, so it should have stopped there. But dreams are powerful things. So I also pictured Nash holding my hand as we walked outside in the sunshine.
Nash asking me to dance with him in the kitchen.
Nash bending down on one knee, and asking me to marry him…
Okay, seriously. Even when I’m asleep, my dreams don’t usually get so far-fetched. So that’s when I woke up completely and reminded myself not to be so stupid.
In my defense, Poppy did make me some strong drinks last night. But it’s not like me to torture myself like this. I’m smart enough not to daydream about the things I can’t have.
And I really can’t. Because I’m clearing out of Vermont, for so many reasons.
1. I can’t rat out Razor, because…
2. I don’t want to die. And…
3. Nash doesn’t really need the headache of trying to keep me alive. In the cool light of day, it’s obvious that I don’t have a choice. Leaving is the right course of action.
That’s why I’m seducing Nash. Because I need to touch him one more time.
He doesn’t mind. His tongue is in my mouth, and his hand is lodged between my legs.
With every touch, my heart aches a little more, even as my body lights up like a flame.This is it. One more wildly intimate moment.
