Page 26 of Slashes in the Snow
“Are you finished now?” She places a hand on her hip, seeming to pose like a supermodel. She’s so fucking gorgeous she could be one. I hate myself for how fucking attracted I am to her, and if she takes one step closer, I might not be able to stop myself from grabbing her and pinning her to this couch.
A devilish thought of us defiling the white leather invades my thoughts. I’d come all over it, just because I could.
“No,” I answer, crushing another shell into the stupidly expensive floor.
Kira rolls her eyes. “How ’bout now?”
“Maybe. What do you want?” I’m curt. I can’t remember the last time I was truly nice to Kira. I’m such a dick.
“I want to go for a swim.”
“Who’s stopping you?” I crack open another pistachio and pop it into my mouth.
“No one’s stopping me. I want to go for a swim with you,” she clarifies.
Again, I pause all movement. “With me?”
“That’s what I said,” she confirms.
“Why?” I curl my lip.
“Why not? Maybe a little fun in the sun will do us both some good,” she attempts to convince me.
“I don’t have a bathing suit,” I shut her down.
“You have underwear, don’t you? I would offer you one of Gerard’s bathing suits, but I don’t want to send you off the deep end.”
Smart girl.
I eye Kira speculatively.What game is she playing?
“All of a sudden you want to hang out with me?” I question.
Kira bites her bottom lip adorably before she answers. “It’s not all of a sudden. We’ve both been under a lot of stress, and it’s a beautiful day out. I thought we could take advantage of our pristine geographical location.”
I crack a smile powerlessly. “Our pristine geographical location?”
“Is it not?” Kira motions to the back of the house, where a huge pool is situated and the Pacific Ocean waits just beyond the backyard perimeter.
She has a point. This place is as close as it gets to a Californian paradise.
“So, what do you say?” She juts her hip out, tempting me like a fucking siren.
I want to say hell yes. I want to live out every single wet dream in the pool, in the ocean, on the sand, under the sun. Take her every single way she’d let me, make her cry, make her scream, make her never want another man besides me again.
Rewind.
I’m getting way ahead of myself here. I calm my raging hormones before they reach the point of no return. There’s no guarantee she’d let me put my hands on her if I agree. And wouldn’t that totally suck?
But I can be persuasive when I want to be. I’ve even been called charming a time or two. Maybe I can turn on the Mr. Nice Guy act for just a little while if it’s going to get me what I want — which is to get fucking laid.
I’ve been avoiding getting close to Kira at all costs. What happened during the blackout completely spooked me, but it’s time to stop being a pussy and act like the red-blooded American man I am.
I have fucked a dozen-and-a-half women with no strings attached, and Kira doesn’t have to be any different.
I let her get in my head that night, but I’m better prepared now. I know what to expect. I know how to control it. Purely physical. That’s all I need and all I want. She can try to charm me all she wants. It ain’t gonna happen.
I’m going to fuck Kira straight out of my system and then move right along with my life.
