“More than you know.”
“Christ, I wish I could.”
“But… I want it.”
I smiled against her. “Such a brat.”
She blinked rapidly, and her face fell. “Don’t leave me.”
The song switched to another track, and for just a beat, the foam jets slowed, allowing the whiteness around us to begin to fade away. I looked all around, barely able to make out Jace and Rhea in the distance, their attention on each other, no longer aware of anyone else around them. When I glanced back down at Phoebe, that need burned in her eyes.
A need for me.
For this.
Forus.
“If I ever leave, I’ll always come back.”
I pulled her in for another desperate kiss, making sure the lingering effects of it lasted long enough to keep her head spinning until I found a way to sneak her away later with a guarantee of roaming hands, erotic touches, and orgasms galore. I hadn’t even started breaking her apart the way I wanted to yet.
When I pulled back again, I stared deep into her eyes. “Until I can touch you again, I’ll be eye-fucking you all night. Remember that. Every time you see me staring, know that I’m imagining all the ways I’m going to peel you out of these wet, sticky clothes, only to make you even wetter once you’re naked.”
“You shouldn’t say things like that to me,” she breathed. “They make me need it now, not later, and that’s not fair.”
“Who said anything about playing fair?” With one last kiss that felt more like a promise, I spun her back around and guided her forward until the foam cleared enough for me to have to step away from her.
We parted not long after, our hands lingering together for a beat too long before I turned and walked back to my place not far from Andy and Bailey, just in time to see them coming up for air.
I hated how they could do whatever they wanted so freely, but the more distracted Andy became with the woman in his arms, the easier it would be for me to sneak Phoebe away whenever the need took over.
Andy turned to me as if suddenly remembering I was there. “Cohen,” he called, smiling my way while Bailey peppered kisses along his jaw. “You mind if Bails and I get out of here?” He laid a look on me, letting me know exactly what he meant with that statement.
It seemed the time had come for them both to consummate their holiday fling.
“Couldn’t give a shit what you do,” I told him, sounding completely disinterested.
“Cool. Tell Jace he doesn’t need to stress about, you know… logistics. I’m heading to Bailey’s room.”
Logistics. That’s what the kids were calling it these days.
I gave him a nod and a flat smile anyway.
If they were going to Bailey’s room, that meant Rhea and Phoebe would be out on their arses with nowhere to stay until Andy and Bailey’s sex-a-thon ran dry. From the look in Bailey’s eyes, something told me that could be quite a while, which played well into my hands. I couldn’t stop my smile from growing when Andy and Bailey began rushing away, desperate to enrage their flames of passion, not knowing that by leaving us behind, they were allowing me to stoke my very own fire all over again.
Only this time, I wanted to make Phoebe scream.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Phoebe
“She really took him back toourapartment?” Rhea glanced between Henry and me, full of disbelief as the four of us stood outside the bar, covered from head to toe in white, gooey foam remnants mixed with the heat of the night. “I feel gross. What the hell am I going to do now?”
Jace rubbed her shoulders. “There’s always my place.”
Rhea spun around to face him. “Remove that idea from your head immediately.”
He laughed easily, not at all fazed by her rejection. “I’m not talking about you stripping down naked in my bed and making all my dreams come true, my feisty queen. I just meant you could chill out at my place until they’re finished.” He raised his hands in surrender. “I’ll keep these to myself, I promise.”
