Page 22 of Resurgent
She comes up spluttering. “You know that’s a declaration of war, don’t you?”
“Sure, baby. Bring it on.” I grin at her, egging her on with a wave of my fingers.
She takes a step forward and I take one back. She lunges and I dodge her. After a few minutes of me eluding her, I make my move, barreling straight toward her. It catches her off guard, and I easily lift her off her feet and toss her over my shoulder. Fuck. Her full breasts are pressing into my back, and her thighs feel firm and smooth under my hands.
She hammers at my back with her fists, but she’s laughing. “Put me down!”
“Okay. Just as soon as you admit I am, in fact, a god and you secretly have fantasies about me.”
“I make it a point to never lie.”
I smack her ass. “Youarea brat. Most brats just want to be tamed.”
“Not me! I’m untamable.”
Oh fuck. “Wrong thing to say, sweetheart. There’s nothing I love more than a challenge.” I smack her ass again. She wiggles against my shoulder enticingly, and I run my hand over the sweet curve of her cheeks before delivering another smack. “You sure about that?” God, that little shiver of hers is going to fuel my fantasies for days. “I can do this all day. In fact, I’m enjoying myself quite a bit.”
“Fine. Put me down and I’ll admit the truth.”
I slowly set her down, keeping my hands on her hips. I grin. “I’m all ears.”
“Okay, I admit it. I secretly have fantasies about you.” Her voice is low and seductive, with a husky rasp to it. “Want to hear my favorite one?”
“Oh fuck yes.”
“We’re together at the beach. It’s hot and I don’t want tan lines, so I slowly peel off my shorts, and then my shirt and bra. I need a little sunscreen, so I slowly rub it over my naked skin, making sure I rub it into my breasts really well. You know what I mean?” Her voice has taken on a seductive, hypnotic tone, and I nod, trying not to let my tongue hang out at the visual picture she’s created. “I can’t reach my back, so I ask you to help. I hold my hair up while you rub the cream into my shoulders, then work your way down. You get to the crack of my ass and slowly part my cheeks, slipping an oil-coated finger between them. And then…” She runs a finger down the center of my chest. “I turn around and knee you in the balls.”
“Seriously? I thought you weren’t mad at me anymore.” I put on an injured face.
“I’m not mad. I’m just completely unaffected by you.”
“You aren’t attracted to me at all?” I’m teasing, but a part of me wants her to be.
She’s grinning. “I know how fragile your ego is, but nope. Not a bit.”
I glance back at the villa. The guy is back. “Prove it. Kiss me again and tell me you feel nothing and I’ll sleep outside in a hammock tonight. And I’ll feed you chocolate cake and the most expensive champagne they have.”
“You’re on.” She leans forward and presses her lips to mine. After a few seconds, she pulls back slightly and looks me straight in the eye. “I feel nothing.” Her voice is a whisper.
“Me neither.”
Then somehow, we’re kissing for real, as if we had to, as if we waited our whole lives for this moment and couldn’t wait any longer. When we finally pull apart, we’re both breathless. What the holy fuck was that? I clear my throat and take a step backward.
“That was perfect.”
“Really?” Her eyes are soft and shining.
“Yeah. We need to make sure we keep up the appearance of a couple on their honeymoon. It’s been nice to hit the beach, but I don’t want to push our luck. Let’s head back to our room and take a look at the bucket list. The sooner we find the guns the better.” Spending time with Charlotte is becoming more and more dangerous.
…
Back at our villa, I grab a couple of cervezas from the villa’s refrigerator while Charlotte changes out of her swimsuit. She joins me out on the balcony, and after taking a long drink, she hands me a small, folded piece of paper.
“Like I told you, I found this with your personal effects, and everyone thinks it’s a map to where the guns are hidden.”
I unfold it, my eyes skimming over the list I started when I was a kid. Damn. Talk about memories. I smile as I read over the list, remembering the things I’ve done, the girls I’ve kissed, and the places I’ve visited. I don’t know about a map to the guns, but if there’s a blue print for my life, this is it. And it’s been a damn good life, despite that dark period after my parents died. Or maybe because of it. Their death, and me having to grow up overnight as a result, has ensured I never waste a second of living.
“Remember anything?”
