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Liam
I’d hoped she’d let it go at that.
But what was I thinking?
Mila apparently didn’t understandletting go.
She came after me, putting her hand on my shoulder. I froze where I stood, torn between the need to shrug her touch away and just…feel it. No. I wanted more than just her hand on my shoulder, but I sucked at this.
That had been made more than clear during my one and only attempt.
“What makes you think you can’t appreciate me the right way?”
She’d circled around to stand in front of me and now met my gaze with her chin up and her eyes solemn.
I wanted to cup that chin in my hand, press my mouth back to hers. That kiss had been so fleeting, I had no idea how she tasted, and I suddenly wanted to know. Badly.
But…
“Because I’m no good at…this,” I told her, forcing the words out of a tight throat.
She blinked, shaking her head. “This?”
“Sex,” I finally growled.
Hoping she’d leave it alone now that I’d completely humiliated myself, I cut around her.
But Mila wasn’t done.
“What makes you think you’re no good at sex?”
Frustrated and pissed, I spun around and faced her. “Because the one time I everhadsex, the woman made damn sure to tell me I sucked at it, okay?”
Mila’s mouth parted.
I waited for the laughter.
It didn’t come. Her eyes narrowed after a few more seconds, then she smoothed her hair back with her hand. A slow smile bowed her lips up, and she said, “I need a shower and to get out of this wet bathing suit.” Her eyes dipped to linger on my chest, where the t-shirt I’d never bothered to strip off still clung to me. “And I think you should join me.”
“Uh…”
I gaped at her as she walked by, and she stopped in the doorway to turn and look at me. “It takes two to make great sex, and it takes two to make lousy sex. Whatever went wrong last time wasn’t entirely your fault. And I can prove it.” She held out a hand. “Come on.” She winked. “I’m an expert at this, remember. I know what I’m talking about.” When I didn’t move, she added, “This is both our jobs, remember? You’re protecting me while I provide you sexual freedom.” She licked her lips. “You did your job. Let me do mine.”
I told myself to turn away. To leave. I didn’t need the kind of trouble this would bring me. But instead of turning away, I reached out and folded my fingers around hers. She backed the rest of the way into the bathroom, her eyes on mine.
Without batting an eyelash, she stripped the top of her bikini off and let it fall to the floor. I could no more have stopped myself from looking at her than I’d be able to stop myself from breathing.
Mila didn’t cover herself or act like it bothered her to have me look either. Instead, she arched her back and smiled at me, moving in closer. She reached for the hem of my wet t-shirt.
I told myself one more time that this wasn’t smart.
But I was past the point of caring.
After she stripped my shirt off, she reached for her bikini bottoms, shucking them off in a quick, neat motion. She moved over to the shower and sent me a coy look. “I’ll leave you to handle your shorts, and I won’t look…for now.”
My heart thundered in my ears as she gave me a view of her long, slender back. Her waist dipped in before flaring out, and the curve of her hips, the lines of her ass had me clenching my fingers in want.
