Page 96 of Billionaire Romance

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Sinclair

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. My whole plan when I came here was not to get involved. Not with anything or anyone locally. I was going to keep my head down, lie low, and figure my life out.

What’s the first thing I do? Rescue a drowning kid on the beach, in full view of everybody, raising about a million questions from everyone watching. The opposite of lying low and not standing out like a sore thumb. And now, according to my chat with Ankor, just about everyone who lives in Maui is talking about me, the mysterious hero. Great.

And what’s the second thing I do, once I recover from that disastrous idea?

It’s to take a swim class with the hottest guy in the old people only resort I booked—one that I chose specifically because I figured I wouldn’t meet any hot guys here, never mind one who looked like him. Goddamn. Between the perfectly sculpted abs and pectorals, his deep tan skin and his dark eyes, which light up with amusement and something else, something that sends a trill of desire straight to the pit of my belly every time he looks at me, I know I’m in trouble.

And the way his hands felt, all over me during the opening of the lesson… Fuck. Warm and strong and capable, for once I felt safe in the water, with his hands on me. I thought I could actually do this, maybe, actually conquer this fear.

Then he let go, and I made an absolute fool of myself. I groan and run my hand across my forehead. The last thing I want to do now is focus on how embarrassing that swim lesson was. He’s probably seen children behave better in water than me. Probably a lot of them, for that matter.

Still, in spite of the embarrassing parts, I can’t help remembering the lesson. The way it felt to be close to him. The way his eyes couldn’t keep away from my body. There’s no way I was imagining it. He feels something for me too.

Which only makes him more dangerous.

This is exactly what you told yourself you wouldn’t do, Sinclair, I think angrily as I storm into the changing rooms beside the pool. Out behind me, I can hear chatting, as the older women corner Ankor after the lesson. As for me, I couldn’t sneak away soon enough, afraid that if I stayed, I would cave in to my desire to talk to him more. Talking would lead to flirting, would lead to drinks at the very scenic hotel bar I spotted the other day, out overlooking the beautiful beach… And then drinks would lead back to his room or mine, where… where I can’t let myself go. Certainly not now. Not after everything that’s happened.

Not after I finally let someone get close to that, and then… I shake my head, hard.

I have to stop. I have to ignore him and pretend there’s nothing there.

That’s what I’m telling myself as I strip off my bathing suit to step into the showers. But as I run my hands over my body, I can’t help remembering all the places his just were… and wishing it were him here touching me again. I shut my eyes under the stream of hot water, imagining Ankor beside me, grinning that sly dark smile of his and pinning me against the shower door, before he bends to kiss me, his hands wrapped around my waist again, but this time doing more than just bracing me up in the water…

Stop it. I switch the shower to cold, just enough to make me gasp, and hopefully stop my imagination from running too wild.

When I’m finally soaped and rinsed off, still dripping, I turn to head back from the shower to the bench where I left my towel and my clothes earlier. But the floor is slipperier than I anticipate, and my mind is still not fully present, too distracted by thoughts of Ankor and the scene I just left behind in the pool. Without watching where I’m headed, I step directly into a slick puddle, and I let out a scream as I stagger.

I catch myself on the lockers and right myself, but not before someone bursts through the exterior door of the single room bathroom, a narrow enough room that we’re face to face in seconds.

“Are you all—” Ankor stops dead on the threshold, eyes wide as he takes me in.

Completely naked. Dripping wet.

My lips part in shock, and my gaze drops from his face over his still bare torso, to his swimming trunks. There’s an obvious bulge in them. A fucking huge bulge, that makes my palms itch with nerves suddenly, wondering what’s beneath.

We’re only a foot apart. The room is tight, narrow. He takes a step toward me, and I mirror him, unable to resist, even though I know I should reach for my towel or something instead. My nipples are hard in the air between us, from the freezing shower water earlier, not to mention the chill now that I’m soaked and naked.

His gaze darts from them to my eyes and then down to my parted lips. “Are you all right?” he asks, again, voice tight with something. Restraint, maybe? I can’t tell. There’s that light in his eyes again, dark and hungry, but it doesn’t scare me. If anything, it only turns me on, makes the fire in my veins bank higher.

I feel a pulse between my thighs, and I shiver, aware of how exposed I am. No guy has ever seen this much of me before. But just like in the pool when I floated on my back for the first time, I don’t feel afraid. Not with Ankor.

“I… I’m fine. Sorry, I should—” I start to turn, but he reaches up and cups my cheek.

Before I can fully turn away, he kisses me. His mouth crashes into mine hard, and I gasp, my lips parting and allowing him into my mouth almost before I can remember agreeing to it. My body sinks against his, and I slide my hands up, tentative, tracing my way across those hard, unfamiliar muscles of his. I never knew guys could have this many muscles in real life. I thought it only happened in movies. I trace the ridges even as he groans against my lips and kisses me harder, pinning me back against the wall.

When our mouths part for a breath, my eyes dart to his, hesitant, worried. “I… um…” I swallow hard. “There’s something I should tell you,” I manage to say, which is a miracle considering he’s kissing his way down my jawline to my throat now, cupping the back of my neck with his hand and pulling my body flush against his. I can feel every inch of him. Including the hard press of his cock through the thin fabric of his trunks, digging into my belly, thick and fat.

Fuck.

I can feel my pulse throbbing between my legs, my pussy aching with desire. I have never been this exposed in front of a man before, completely naked, trembling. I’ve never been this tempted to take things further.

But I can’t, I…

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