Third Chances (Men Of Manhattan #2) - Ivy Smoak Page 0,32

wasn't really a contradiction at all. She was set in her virtues. She just couldn't resist me. The thought made me smile.

I was only going to be here for two days. Normally I'd be hanging out with Matt, adding to my number count, making an ass of myself, and not remembering a thing. We had an ongoing bet of who could seduce more women. I was always ahead. But this weekend I wasn't feeling it. Besides, James and Mason were being super lame. Since they weren't up for doing anything fun, it meant that I had extra time to break this girl out of her shell. And that was exactly what I was going to do. Again. And again. And again.

She lifted her head off my chest and looked up at me, giving me a perfect view of her tits. "Are you really not going to tell me?"

"What?" I had been daydreaming and had completely missed what she had just said.

"The story about how you ended up in jail? Were you just staring at my breasts?"

Fuck yes. And now I was imagining sucking on her hard nipples that were clearly visible through her bikini top. The material looked thin and flimsy. I could probably rip it off. Or I could untie her top and slowly pull it down, teasing her, until her breasts were exposed to me. That's what I wanted to do. Torture her. Nice and slow. I could probably make her come like that. Just my tongue swirling around her sensitive nipples, maybe a light bite or two. A gentle tug. Someone so tightly wound would be easy to release. She'd be dripping wet, just waiting for me. I so badly wanted to taste her. She smelled like sunscreen and mangos and I would bet good money that she tasted just as sweet. I could already imagine her screaming my name, begging for my cock as my tongue swirled around her juices.

"Rob?" Her eyebrows were furrowed when I looked back up at her face. She had this cute little line in the middle of her forehead. One that came from worrying a lot. What was she worrying about? Someone that beautiful shouldn't be worried. She should be getting her needs attended to.

I cleared my throat. "Right. Sorry. Actually, I have a really great story about this time that I..."

"No," she said. Her breath felt warm against my chest. "I want to hear the Costa Rica one." She splayed her hands on my chest and rested her chin on them as she looked up at me. The new angle removed her ass from underneath my hand.

I sighed. "If you insist." I ran my fingers along the dimples on her lower back. "I was living here a few years ago..."

"In this hotel?" She scrunched up her face in clear disapproval.

"No, beautiful, not in this hotel." I ran my fingers through her hair. I could tell it unnerved her when I called her that. It was clear that she wasn't used to being called beautiful. But she should be. She was gorgeous. If someone else wasn't telling her, I could. I could be that person. Even if it was just for a few days. "This is actually the first time I've ever been to this hotel. I did live in Costa Rica for about six months, though. I spent most of my time in San Jose."

She nodded. "That's good. If you lived here for six months being part of this stupid bracelet game I'd probably have to worry about you having STDs."

I made a mental note not to share my sexual history with her. And also of the fact that she was thinking about STDs, which meant she was thinking about having sex with me. "I'm clean. You have nothing to worry about there."

She rolled her eyes. "Get back to the story."

Didn't she realize she was killing me with those eye rolls? "Like I said, it's not a good story. They have this huge labor day parade every year. But it's not like labor day in the US, which doesn't seem to mean anything anymore. In Costa Rica, it's their day to air their grievances toward their government. When I was living here, there was a water shortage. Not just in San Jose. The whole country was basically living without water. People were dying on the streets. And I was standing there, watching this peaceful parade and it made me mad. It wasn't enough. They weren't getting their point across. People