Fortunately, I haven’t had to deal with her today. Or Jax.
He laughs, and it actually forces me to smile because I love the sound of it.
“I have to go help Dad with the jet skis he rented for our stay. You can head on down and join Viv and Mom for pre-dinner cocktails. No suit of armor should be necessary. She doesn’t bite.”
Double shit. Viv? His sister? Is that her name?
“Um... I could help with the jet skis. I’m actually pretty good on them.”
His brow cocks up in amusement.
“Is that so? Well, I’ve learned more about you in two days than I have in two weeks. This trip is apparently making you different. In fact, you’ve barely touched me. Got a problem with this shirt?” he asks playfully, mocking a pout.
His puckered lips make me want to lick mine. My eyes hungrily rake him over, admiring every inch of him. He’s wearing another sleeveless shirt, and it is very, very nice on him.
“No,” I say, cringing at how breathy I sound.
His lips come down on mine, stunning me, and suddenly I’m pushed back and pinned beneath him. When his tongue slips in, I’m pretty sure I moan—or make some weird noise. Damn, he’s screwing with my head.
“We’ll have to continue this after dinner,” he says while pulling back just slightly, and that’s when I feel it.
Oh. My. Damn. Why did I have to feel it?
His hard length is pressed against me, and just to be sure that it’s what I think it is, I squirm, pushing myself closer. When it presses against the center of my shorts, I whimper. Whimper!
“Don’t go making sounds like that, or I’ll say fuck dinner and lock you in here all night,” he says in a tone that makes me shiver. I’ll never make it three weeks.
I have to. I have to make it.
“You should go,” I whisper, lacking strength in my vocal chords.
His devilish grin promises me I’m a weak, weak woman. He offers me a chaste kiss before climbing off the bed and heading toward the door, and I release the breath I’ve been holding when he’s gone.
Very quickly, I pick up my phone and dial Shanna.
“Bout damn time you called me back. I’ve been dying to know what’s going on. Bora hasn’t answered me. Bitch.”
Normally I would laugh, but I’m too panicked. In several rushed breaths, I break down my drama and fill her in, praying for insight. I even tell her that I’m in her father’s house—of all the coincidences.
I’d love to call Ruby, but she hates the way Bora does me worse than Shanna does. Shanna just yells at me, and I can handle that. I’m afraid Ruby might actually go beat the hell out of my sister, and then I’d have to bail her out of jail.
&
nbsp; Sort of hard to do from Hawaii. Besides, Bora is a pain, but I still love her.
“Damn it, Bo! That girl has got to start being her own person, and you’re just her enabler if you continue to do her dirty work.”
“Yes,” I groan. “I realize that. Now tell me what to do. Obviously I can’t have sex with him, but apparently that’s all they do. He’ll expect it. I can’t. How do I keep from having to?”
She chuckles lightly, and I swear I hear her head shaking. “Bo, you think the guy is hot, right?”
“Probably hotter than anyone I’ve ever seen in real life, but that’s a moot point. Even if he wasn’t off limits, I wouldn’t screw him just because he’s sexy.”
She laughs again, sounding a little condescending. “Listen, fuck your sisterly rules. She doesn’t give a damn about you. Hell, she probably has a date tonight. This guy is up for grabs, and if you’re smart, you’ll take advantage. I would. The way you’ve described him makes him sound almost perfect.”
I frown as I stare out the window, my eyes inadvertently finding the man she deigns as almost perfect. He’s moving the jet skis up the sand, shifting in between the two.
“Almost perfect? What’s his flaw? Because I need one to focus one.”