She brushed her delicate thumb over my swollen lips, her eyes focused on them as she leaned in and quietly said,“Someone who seems to be annoyingly good at everything he does, even when he isn’t trying.”
“You’re not so bad yourself, Captain.”
Her eyes rose to mine in warning. “I prefer it when you call me angel eyes. Makes me feel special.”
I wanted to tell her she was special, but this thing—whatever this thing was—between us had barely begun, and I didn’t want to scare her off too soon after promising her it would only be something fun, nothing serious.
“Interesting. What about when I call you smart arse?”
She shrugged a shoulder. “That’s not so bad. You only usually say that when I’ve got one over on you, which technically means that’s when I’ve beaten you, so… you know… who doesn’t love being called a winner?”
With a playful growl, I picked her up again and spun her around, letting her squeals of shock and delight ring out all around us. “I don’t lose, smart arse!”
But it was a lie.
It was all for show.
For her, I had a feeling I’d lose every time she asked me to, so long as I got to turn all her nightmare days into dreamy nights and see that smile on her face again.
We walked the rest of the way back to our apartment making effortless conversation. I had no idea where the night was going to go, but I did know I wanted to strip her out of that body-hugging dress, peel off her underwear, and feel just how much I’d made her come. Every time I looked at her animatedly talking about something, her hand gesturing this way and that, all Icould focus on was the blush in her cheeks I knew damn well I’d put there.
Mykonos faded into the background because her beauty outshone it all. How I’d managed to keep my hands off her until tonight was beyond comprehension now I’d touched her just once. All I could think about was that soft skin. About bringing her to climax again and again, watching as she fell apart in my arms, listening to her every intake of breath or delicious moan that made me feel like a fucking king.
Despite the slow pace we’d walked at, eventually, we came to the entrance to the apartments—the same place we’d argued only days earlier after I’d chased that little punk down for stealing her purse.
Phoebe spun around in front of me, next to a bright pink shrub-like vine of flowers. She reached out to run her fingers over one of the petals.
“Do you know what these are called?” she asked, focusing on the flower next to it, moving her fingers over them delicately.
“Not a clue.”
“Bougainvillea,” she said proudly before a little scowl of concentration took over. “At least I think that’s how it’s pronounced.”
I pushed my hands into my pockets, ready to let her enjoy this moment instead of pulling her to me again. “How do you know that?”
“I Googled it the other day, after…” She paused and looked at me as though she’d said something she hadn’t meant to.
I raised a brow.
“After that argument we had out here.” She carefully tugged a flower head off the vine and twirled it between her finger and thumb as she stepped closer. “Even though you were angry, Henry, you still looked pretty when standing next to them.”
“Excuse me?Pretty?”
She pushed it behind my ear and stepped back. “Yeah. Real pretty.”
“There goes my reputation.”
“I’d say so.”
I took the flower from behind my ear and slipped it into the dip between her breasts, letting it settle there as her skin burst to life at such a simple touch from me. “I think it looks better here.”
She was just about to say something else when we heard very familiar voices approaching from around the corner. Phoebe and I stepped away from each other just in time before Andy, Jace, Bailey, and Rhea walked through the apartment gates, talking amongst themselves until they saw us standing there, looking sheepish.
I turned my back on Phoebe and ran a hand through my hair, hoping like hell I looked like a moody fucker again instead of someone who’d just been about to throw a gorgeous woman over his shoulder and march her off to bed to give her the fucking of a lifetime.
“Hey.” Andy glanced between us both. “You’re still up? We thought you’d have been back in your rooms by now.”
“Yeah.” I cleared my throat. “We, erm…”
