Dangerous Fling (Dangerous Noise 4)

She digs her heel into the sand. "Don't tell me you're chicken."

"You baiting me?"

She shrugs maybe.

I copy her posture. "On three."

"After three."

"After three." I nod.

She counts. "One, two, three." She pushes off her foot and sprints towards the beach.

I'm not sure which is more inviting—her ass bouncing in that tiny bikini bottom or the laugh falling from her lips.

I run after her.

All the way into the freezing water.

She shrieks as a wave smacks into her chest. "Fuck, that's cold."

"This is as warm as it gets."

"Still." She moves closer. Her brown eyes fix on mine. They're filled with joy. Right now, nothing can hurt her.

I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer. "Better?"

"Much better."

12

Mal

By the time we leave the beach, I'm aching to make Lacey come again. She's fucking adorable and the way she groans as I slide my hands to her cute ass is fucking tempting.

Damn, she looks good in that polka-dot bikini. I spend the walk back to the house thinking of what I want to do to her. She's still smiling, her expression the picture of satisfaction.

All that ugly shit dragging her down is gone.

After I lead her into the house, she cinches her towel around her waist. Her eyes move around the room. "You mind if I shower?"

"No." I consider inviting myself, but I need the time to think of how to get my cock, heart, and head to compromise. I'm not good at compromise and neither are any of my body parts.

Her smile is a little awkward, like she's worried about overstaying her welcome. Still, she turns and trots up the stairs.

I leave my towel on the deck outside to dry. And there's my cell on the counter.

With an email from Mom.

Hey Malcolm, I'm sorry to cancel so late, but we won't be able to Skype tomorrow. We're going into the city for some checkups and it's going to take all day. But we'll talk next week.

I can't wait to see you, Piper, and Ethan when we return.

Love you,

Mom

Fuck, we didn't even talk and she's still managing to reject me.