"On the boat. I already told you that you've fucked up my curiosity for other women." He touched the side of my face and smiled. "Come on; we just had a horrible experience. We should make out all afternoon to burn it from our minds."
I laughed. "I've ruined your curiosity? So, now what? You steal my heart by working my body and then move onto the next victim?"
Some part of me was only teasing him, but there was validity to my question, as well. I'd not be the needy, clingy girl that wanted more of him should he walk away from whatever was starting between us, but I wasn't climbing in bed with him just yet—or I hoped I wasn't.
"I wish it worked like that." He leaned down and kissed me hard, opening his mouth and sliding his hands down my back slowly.
He tasted like mango. I licked at his mouth as he deepened the kiss, causing the world to fade and my mind to wander into dark corners filled with lusty expectations.
"See?" He pulled back, breathing hard. "I'm feeling better already."
"Me, too." I glanced across the street. "No sex. I'm not ready for that yet."
"What are you, a virgin?" He smirked and took my hand, tugging at it as we jogged across the road and headed for his cabin.
"You wish." I moved up beside him as he opened the door and we walked in.
Daniel and Derek were laid out on the couch asleep, and Clay was standing in the kitchen with his back to the counter, laughing as he spoke to someone on the phone.
I had one guess for who it might be.
He glanced over at me. "Yeah. She's here. She's still alive and actually looks happy."
"Come on. Show me your room." I looked back at Brody and smiled.
"Yeah?" He moved past me and pulled me down the hall with him.
Clay walked up behind us and stopped at the door, pressing his hand to it. "What are you guys doing?"
"Making out." Brody pushed at the door as I sat down on the edge of his bed, breathing in the smell of him. Every cell in my body lit on fire. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to lay in his bed and hope that all we were going to do was make out. I already wanted more and we'd yet to start.
"No." He shook his head and walked into the room. "Emily said no."
"Get out." Brody moved up and pushed at Clay as I got up.
"I'm good." I put a hand on Clay's chest. "Tell her that I'm good and get out."
Brody moved back as I pushed Clay one last time and closed the door.
"What the fuck was that?" He locked the door before pressing me to it. "Are your friends always so protective?"
"Yeah. Sort of." I reached up and pulled him against me, tugging at his shirt so I could feel his skin underneath my fingers.
He pulled it off and pressed himself against me, grinding slowly as his tongue brushed by my neck. I groaned and arched my back.
"Take your shirt off. I wanna see you, Cora." He moved back and tugged at it.
I pulled it over my head and pushed at his chest, backing him up toward the bed.
"So beautiful." He sat down and reached for me as I crawled into his lap, straddling him. He went straight for my breasts, his tongue and lips working to move across my sensitive skin.
I rolled against him, wanting to tear at my shorts and force him to do all the things I promised myself we would do. "Go slow. I'm not sleeping with you."
He chuckled and turned us, pinning me to the bed as he rocked against me. He ran his hands up my thighs, tugging my shorts with him as his breathing got off. "What's the deal with you and taking a nap? All you've talking about lately is sleeping together."
"Shut up." I smiled and pulled at the waistband of his pants.
He fell over, catching himself and rolling his hips to rub against me before pressing himself on top of me and brushing my hair back.