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he spoke again, was very close to her ear. “Well, look at you, Merle Cameron, blushing like a sixteen-year-old virgin. Aren’t you delightful?”
Her cheeks burned. He filled the glass and placed the bottle on the table, but he didn’t pull away. His hand rested on her hip.
She turned her head slightly but couldn’t look up at him. “Hello, Neon.”
“Hello, sweetheart.”
Her face was so hot she knew her cheeks were scarlet. Her body tingled where he pressed against her at her shoulder and hip. Best to address the issue immediately and then move on . “I didn’t get to say thank you, by the way…for the other night. And for the flowers. They were very…thoughtful.”
“How very British, so polite.” He nuzzled her ear. “You’re very welcome. It was my…pleasure.” He dropped a kiss on her shoulder, sending a hot rush through her.
Behind them, Jake said, “Come on you two, get a room.”
Neon laughed, and she turned and glared at them both before picking up her glass and walking away. This was bad, bad news. She knocked back half the wine in one go. How on earth would she make it through the evening with him watching her with those gorgeous, hot brown eyes?
Jake winked at Neon. “I can’t believe it. Looks like the ice queen’s finally thawed. Am I about to lose our bet?”
Neon twisted the top off a beer and grinned. “I’m working on it.”
“Bree told me what happened at the beach. You lucky bastard. Don’t know how you manage it.”
“Neither do I, in this case.” Neon took a swig from the bottle. “I told you I wouldn’t make a move on her. It was her suggestion.”
Jake’s eyes nearly rose off the top of his forehead. “You’re shitting me.”
“I shit you not.”
“Jeez… Bree said she’d bet Merle she wouldn’t have sex while on holiday, but I’d assumed you’d had to talk her into it.”
Neon stared at him. “Bree said what?”
Jake carried on, oblivious to the way Neon’s smile had faded. “She was talking to Merle about the fact that Merle hadn’t had sex for ages, and Bree bet her she wouldn’t be brave enough to ask a guy for a one-night stand. Bree was stunned Merle had the courage to go through with it.”
Neon stared after Merle. She stood in the doorway to the decking, silhouetted by the sun. Once again her skirt was semitransparent and he could see the shape of her long legs. He could remember how it had felt to have them wrapped around him.
So, she had asked him to bed her because of a bet? He felt strangely insulted. And yet, what difference did it make? Bree had only given her a gentle push—she wouldn’t have done it if she didn’t want to. Though she hadn’t mentioned Bree’s part in it, it wasn’t as if she’d slept with him out of false pretences. She’d been quite willing to leave after the first time and had made no show of demanding to see him again afterward. She’d been quite clear she wanted a bit of fun and nothing more.
And let’s not be so hypocritical. He had made the bet with Jake, after all, even if it had been in jest.
Still, he felt annoyed at being manipulated. He wasn’t quite sure how he had been, but he felt certain it had happened. So, she thought she controlled this situation? Well, he had something to say about that.
He sipped his beer. She stood slightly turned toward him and he could see the shape of her soft breasts beneath the pink top. Clearly she wasn’t wearing a bra, and he was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing panties either. Damn, now he had a hard-on. Perhaps she was more in control than he thought.
He walked up to her in the doorway. She glanced up as he paused, stepping aside to let him pass, her back up against the edge of the sliding door, but he didn’t continue. Instead he moved closer until he was an inch away, looking down at her. Her eyes were the colour of a Kiwi summer sky. Her soft mouth was slightly parted, and her tongue moistened her lips as he looked at them.
Lowering his
Her cheeks burned. He filled the glass and placed the bottle on the table, but he didn’t pull away. His hand rested on her hip.
She turned her head slightly but couldn’t look up at him. “Hello, Neon.”
“Hello, sweetheart.”
Her face was so hot she knew her cheeks were scarlet. Her body tingled where he pressed against her at her shoulder and hip. Best to address the issue immediately and then move on . “I didn’t get to say thank you, by the way…for the other night. And for the flowers. They were very…thoughtful.”
“How very British, so polite.” He nuzzled her ear. “You’re very welcome. It was my…pleasure.” He dropped a kiss on her shoulder, sending a hot rush through her.
Behind them, Jake said, “Come on you two, get a room.”
Neon laughed, and she turned and glared at them both before picking up her glass and walking away. This was bad, bad news. She knocked back half the wine in one go. How on earth would she make it through the evening with him watching her with those gorgeous, hot brown eyes?
Jake winked at Neon. “I can’t believe it. Looks like the ice queen’s finally thawed. Am I about to lose our bet?”
Neon twisted the top off a beer and grinned. “I’m working on it.”
“Bree told me what happened at the beach. You lucky bastard. Don’t know how you manage it.”
“Neither do I, in this case.” Neon took a swig from the bottle. “I told you I wouldn’t make a move on her. It was her suggestion.”
Jake’s eyes nearly rose off the top of his forehead. “You’re shitting me.”
“I shit you not.”
“Jeez… Bree said she’d bet Merle she wouldn’t have sex while on holiday, but I’d assumed you’d had to talk her into it.”
Neon stared at him. “Bree said what?”
Jake carried on, oblivious to the way Neon’s smile had faded. “She was talking to Merle about the fact that Merle hadn’t had sex for ages, and Bree bet her she wouldn’t be brave enough to ask a guy for a one-night stand. Bree was stunned Merle had the courage to go through with it.”
Neon stared after Merle. She stood in the doorway to the decking, silhouetted by the sun. Once again her skirt was semitransparent and he could see the shape of her long legs. He could remember how it had felt to have them wrapped around him.
So, she had asked him to bed her because of a bet? He felt strangely insulted. And yet, what difference did it make? Bree had only given her a gentle push—she wouldn’t have done it if she didn’t want to. Though she hadn’t mentioned Bree’s part in it, it wasn’t as if she’d slept with him out of false pretences. She’d been quite willing to leave after the first time and had made no show of demanding to see him again afterward. She’d been quite clear she wanted a bit of fun and nothing more.
And let’s not be so hypocritical. He had made the bet with Jake, after all, even if it had been in jest.
Still, he felt annoyed at being manipulated. He wasn’t quite sure how he had been, but he felt certain it had happened. So, she thought she controlled this situation? Well, he had something to say about that.
He sipped his beer. She stood slightly turned toward him and he could see the shape of her soft breasts beneath the pink top. Clearly she wasn’t wearing a bra, and he was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing panties either. Damn, now he had a hard-on. Perhaps she was more in control than he thought.
He walked up to her in the doorway. She glanced up as he paused, stepping aside to let him pass, her back up against the edge of the sliding door, but he didn’t continue. Instead he moved closer until he was an inch away, looking down at her. Her eyes were the colour of a Kiwi summer sky. Her soft mouth was slightly parted, and her tongue moistened her lips as he looked at them.
Lowering his
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