Page 39 of Some Sort of Happy (Happy Crazy Love 1)
Gahhhhhh, don’t touch him, Skylar. He doesn’t want it.
But…but abs.
Right. If he said no, he said no.
“Want me to do it?” I asked brightly.
He hesitated. “OK.”
FAHK.
Trying to control my racing pulse, I squirted some more sunscreen into my palms and rubbed them together. Then I put them on his chest.
And left them there.
Awestruck, I stared at my hands on his sun-warmed chest. Bits and pieces of me tightened and tingled.
“I think you’re supposed to rub it in.” His tone was amused.
Honey, I’ll rub anything you want me to.
Slowly I began to move my hands in lazy circles on his pectacular chest. When it was absorbed, I slid my hands lower without bothering to put more sunscreen on them. The hard ridges of his abdominal muscles rippled beneath my fingers, and I slid them back and forth along the furrows.
Yes. I fingered his furrows.
“Wow.” My voice cracked, and I s
wallowed. “You must do a lot of crunches.”
He chuckled, and the muscles twitched beneath my palms, shooting pure lust through my veins.
Oh, God. If it was any other guy, I’d have slipped a hand between his legs right then and there. But Sebastian was different, and I didn’t want to ruin this by moving too fast. Last time I’d gotten touchy-feely with him, he’d panicked.
But he was still now. Too still, maybe.
I looked up at him. “Is this OK?”
Was this OK?
Your hands are inches away from my rising cock. Your nipples are hard—I can see them through your shirt. You’re looking up at me with such sweet concern, but I can see the way you want me, too, and fuck, I want you that way too. But something inside me won’t let me touch you.
I cleared my throat and took a step back. “It’s fine. Should we go?”
Her face fell, but she nodded.
After jumping onto the boat, I took Skylar’s hand and helped her on, but I noticed that she let go of me as soon as she had two feet on the bottom of the boat. She settled at the front, arms wrapped around her legs, sunglasses hiding her eyes.
After untying the rope, I pushed away from the dock and picked up the oars, angry with myself again. I knew she’d been hoping I’d be fucking normal for a few minutes and at least kiss her or something, but I couldn’t. Not that I didn’t want to—my God, I was lucky I didn’t come in my pants the second she put her hands on me. Every male instinct in my body was screaming at me to throw her down right there in the boat and ravage that hot little body until she begged for mercy.
Was I crazy not to?
She wanted it, didn’t she?
It had been so long…and I wanted her so fucking badly.
As I watched her tilt her head back, lifting her face to the sun and exposing the pale white skin of her neck, I waited for the voice to kick in.
But it didn’t. Amazed, I allowed my gaze to travel from her neck down her arms to her hands, which were crossed in front of her shins. She’d taken off her sneakers and her toenails were painted bright blue. Her legs were folded up in front of her chest, but I remembered how her nipples had been hard a few minutes ago and wondered if they still were. What color were they? Pale pink? Or deeper, like a rose? What would they feel like beneath my fingertips, between my lips, against my tongue?
