“She’s mine.” Dario’s deep rumble catches me off-guard.
I’m surprised by such a caveman statement, but I’m more surprised by how much I like it. I had no idea he was going to be so possessive, but the warm slide between my legs tells me he should keep doing that. Yeah, this guy has heartbreak written all over him.
Derick chuckles. “You and Aisha. Y’all are always getting those tourists to chase after you,” he says, looking up at the ceiling. “You going to get a bra up there tonight?”
I make a face like I’m grossed out, but really I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be one of those couples who couldn’t control themselves. The type that had to have one another so badly that they couldn’t wait to get home. I can’t imagine what it would feel like to not care that you’re in some ba
