Dylan Allen brings us a sexy, unique and enthralling romance in Thicker than Water.
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Meet Reese in Lucia in a dual point of view excerpt
Lucía
“You ready?” he asks and I sense that he’s asking about more than just these lessons. I nod. He stretches out his hand toward me, palm up. I mimic the gesture.
His laughter is unexpected. It’s melodious and genuine and comes from deep in his belly. With his head thrown back, his arms hanging loosely at his sides, he looks like a man ten years his junior as he laughs. I’m not even able to muster the annoyance I should. It doesn’t stop me from splashing water in his face and asking, “Share the joke?”
His laughter dies to a chuckle. “Nothing. I was putting my hand out for you to take it. But you mimicked me instead. It was funny.”
“Okay. Do it again.” The three words, said as one before I lose my nerve.
“Do what again? Laugh?” he asks, his expression confused.
“Hold out your hand,” I repeat. Quietly, shyly.
His expression changes, softens a little and he does as I’ve asked. This time, as his hand extends toward me, he holds my eyes and says, “Give me your hand, Lucía.”
The air changes. I feel it. As I reach for his hand, it feels like a step toward something more than just the hand of someone who’s teaching me to swim.
As soon as our hands touch, I start to fear the moment we’ll have to pull them apart. I know that when he lets go, I’ll miss his touch.
And it’s wrong being this close to a man who is essentially my boss. A man I’m intrigued by and attracted to and who is so far out of my league that it’s laughable. His finger close around mine and he yanks me forward while spinning me around so that my back is to him.
I let out a yelp of surprise as his other hand comes to rest on my stomach. He covers it with our joined hands. “What are you doing?” My voice has a breathless quality that I attribute to surprise, but it’s also partially due to the pleasure of having his hands on me like this. Why does this feel so good?
“I’m going to teach you to breathe, and I want you to feel what I’m talking about as I explain.” He bends his head down so his mouth is beside my ear. It’s not touching, but it’s close enough that I can feel the heat of his breath on my skin. The goose bumps take me by surprise. I feel my nipples harden and I have to close my eyes and concentrate so I don’t groan and lean into him.
“The most important thing to remember is that you’re not holding your breath when you’re under water. You’re releasing the air you capture in your lungs with each exhale. When you put your head underwater, you should be at one hundred percent of your lung capacity and you shouldn’t come up for air again until you’re at zero.” He presses our layered hands into my torso and says, “Take a deep breath. As deep as you can.”
I do as he instructs.
“Your breath should fill your chest not your abdomen.” The hand that was on top of mine moves up to sit on my chest, just above the rise of my breasts.
“Do it again and this time, this hand,” he wiggles the fingers of the one on my chest, “should be the one that rises. The one on your stomach shouldn’t move at all.”
I try and immediately feel the difference.
He mumbles in my ear, which is closer now, “That’s it, Luc. Fill your lungs so that you have the air that you need to let you make the most of your time underwater.”
I nod and his lips brush my ear with every ascent and descent of my head. He pulls his head away. And then I realize that I’m standing as close to him as I can without us touching. And without even thinking I take a step backward and bring us skin to skin.
I feel the unfamiliar but unmistakable hardness of his erection in my ass for the briefest moment before he jumps away from me like he’s been burned by my touch. Humiliation from his rejection burns hot and fast through me. I don’t just think I’ve made a mistake. I know I have.
***
Reece
This was a mistake. I knew it as soon as I touched her. I’m fucked. This is the woman whose legend I’ve been spinning since I laid eyes on her. She’s ambitious. She’s not a slave to her fears and she is sexy as fuck. In the month that I’ve known her I’ve come to see that she’s special. And I’m so wildly attracted to her that it hurts. I shouldn’t be doing this. She’s my employee. She is so fucking young.
But fuck if I can help how hard I am, being this close to her. I’m a selfish asshole. Because I can’t not do this.
I was purposely keeping her body away from mine so she wouldn’t feel how little control I have. I didn’t anticipate her taking a step backward. And as soon as I felt that soft ass of hers cradle my cock, I jumped. And now she thinks I was rejecting her and she’s leaving.
Fuck.
“Lucía,” I begin, but she just turns around and starts walking toward the stairs.
“Don’t worry about it, no big deal. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” she says without turning around.
I swim after her and in a few strokes, I’m able to grab her by the waist, under water, just as she is putting her foot on the first step.
“It is a big deal and I’m sorry,” I say as I come to standing and turn her around to face me. And when I see her eyes, those big brown, beautiful eyes, I know I should probably let her leave. I see the pain in them before she erases it and sets her entire expression to neutral; the last thing I want to do is hurt her. I should let her walk away because I can’t be thinking about fucking her when we both have so much riding on this whole experiment. But I know I won’t.
She sighs “Reece, forget it. You don’t have to sit here and try of think of something to say. I don’t know why I stepped back when it was obvious you were holding me away.”
“No, Lucía.” I put my arm on her elbow to stop her from leaving again. “I’m trying to think of what to say. Yes, I was holding you away.” She slips her arm out of my grasp and this time I grab her hand. It’s so small, and yet there’s nothing fragile about it, or her. I can feel the callouses in her palm and I remember that this woman has worked hard and fought for every single inch of paved road she’s traveled. I shouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that. But her hand, it feels so right in mine.
“No, Shit. I am fucking this up. Lucía . . .”
“Reece, it’s okay. Really.”
“Stop interrupting me, dammit,” I growl at her.
She clamps her mouth shut and her eyes grow wide. She looks as shocked as I feel, she actually did what I said without arguing. That’s a first.
“I was holding you away because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I shouldn’t be getting hard while I’m teaching you how to swim. I shouldn’t be getting boners with you at all. You’re—”
“I know, I’m not your type.” She tries to tug her hand out of my grasp and in frustration, I pull her flush against me. She melts into me, connecting us from hip to thigh.
“Does that feel like you’re not my type, Luc?” I mumble when I feel her hips rotate and against my erection.
“But you said . . .” she whispers and looks up at me. The look of wonder on her face makes me want to take her mouth in a wild kiss.
I let go of her hand and move both of my hands up her body. One stops at her waist, the other goes to brush away the loose hair that is sticking to her neck. As soon as my hand touches her, her eyes close and I feel a shudder pass through her.
I lean in and down and put my nose on the side of her neck and inhale, she smells like sweat, and vanilla and chlorine. I press a kiss to the base of her throat and move my hand to cup her neck.
“I lied,” I say against the spot I just kissed.
Her head falls onto my chest and she says my name, and in her tone I hear so much of what I’m feeling; confusion, frustration, need. I tilt her head up to look at me. Her eyes remain closed.
“Luc, look at me.”
She shakes her head no.
“Luc—”
And then, the air and the moment is cleaved in half by a loud, all too familiar voice shouting my name
“Reeeeece”!
Lucía
“You ready?” he asks and I sense that he’s asking about more than just these lessons. I nod. He stretches out his hand toward me, palm up. I mimic the gesture.
His laughter is unexpected. It’s melodious and genuine and comes from deep in his belly. With his head thrown back, his arms hanging loosely at his sides, he looks like a man ten years his junior as he laughs. I’m not even able to muster the annoyance I should. It doesn’t stop me from splashing water in his face and asking, “Share the joke?”
His laughter dies to a chuckle. “Nothing. I was putting my hand out for you to take it. But you mimicked me instead. It was funny.”
“Okay. Do it again.” The three words, said as one before I lose my nerve.
“Do what again? Laugh?” he asks, his expression confused.
“Hold out your hand,” I repeat. Quietly, shyly.
His expression changes, softens a little and he does as I’ve asked. This time, as his hand extends toward me, he holds my eyes and says, “Give me your hand, Lucía.”
The air changes. I feel it. As I reach for his hand, it feels like a step toward something more than just the hand of someone who’s teaching me to swim.
As soon as our hands touch, I start to fear the moment we’ll have to pull them apart. I know that when he lets go, I’ll miss his touch.
And it’s wrong being this close to a man who is essentially my boss. A man I’m intrigued by and attracted to and who is so far out of my league that it’s laughable. His finger close around mine and he yanks me forward while spinning me around so that my back is to him.
I let out a yelp of surprise as his other hand comes to rest on my stomach. He covers it with our joined hands. “What are you doing?” My voice has a breathless quality that I attribute to surprise, but it’s also partially due to the pleasure of having his hands on me like this. Why does this feel so good?
“I’m going to teach you to breathe, and I want you to feel what I’m talking about as I explain.” He bends his head down so his mouth is beside my ear. It’s not touching, but it’s close enough that I can feel the heat of his breath on my skin. The goose bumps take me by surprise. I feel my nipples harden and I have to close my eyes and concentrate so I don’t groan and lean into him.
“The most important thing to remember is that you’re not holding your breath when you’re under water. You’re releasing the air you capture in your lungs with each exhale. When you put your head underwater, you should be at one hundred percent of your lung capacity and you shouldn’t come up for air again until you’re at zero.” He presses our layered hands into my torso and says, “Take a deep breath. As deep as you can.”
I do as he instructs.
“Your breath should fill your chest not your abdomen.” The hand that was on top of mine moves up to sit on my chest, just above the rise of my breasts.
“Do it again and this time, this hand,” he wiggles the fingers of the one on my chest, “should be the one that rises. The one on your stomach shouldn’t move at all.”
I try and immediately feel the difference.
He mumbles in my ear, which is closer now, “That’s it, Luc. Fill your lungs so that you have the air that you need to let you make the most of your time underwater.”
I nod and his lips brush my ear with every ascent and descent of my head. He pulls his head away. And then I realize that I’m standing as close to him as I can without us touching. And without even thinking I take a step backward and bring us skin to skin.
I feel the unfamiliar but unmistakable hardness of his erection in my ass for the briefest moment before he jumps away from me like he’s been burned by my touch. Humiliation from his rejection burns hot and fast through me. I don’t just think I’ve made a mistake. I know I have.
***
Reece
This was a mistake. I knew it as soon as I touched her. I’m fucked. This is the woman whose legend I’ve been spinning since I laid eyes on her. She’s ambitious. She’s not a slave to her fears and she is sexy as fuck. In the month that I’ve known her I’ve come to see that she’s special. And I’m so wildly attracted to her that it hurts. I shouldn’t be doing this. She’s my employee. She is so fucking young.
But fuck if I can help how hard I am, being this close to her. I’m a selfish asshole. Because I can’t not do this.
I was purposely keeping her body away from mine so she wouldn’t feel how little control I have. I didn’t anticipate her taking a step backward. And as soon as I felt that soft ass of hers cradle my cock, I jumped. And now she thinks I was rejecting her and she’s leaving.
Fuck.
“Lucía,” I begin, but she just turns around and starts walking toward the stairs.
“Don’t worry about it, no big deal. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” she says without turning around.
I swim after her and in a few strokes, I’m able to grab her by the waist, under water, just as she is putting her foot on the first step.
“It is a big deal and I’m sorry,” I say as I come to standing and turn her around to face me. And when I see her eyes, those big brown, beautiful eyes, I know I should probably let her leave. I see the pain in them before she erases it and sets her entire expression to neutral; the last thing I want to do is hurt her. I should let her walk away because I can’t be thinking about fucking her when we both have so much riding on this whole experiment. But I know I won’t.
She sighs “Reece, forget it. You don’t have to sit here and try of think of something to say. I don’t know why I stepped back when it was obvious you were holding me away.”
“No, Lucía.” I put my arm on her elbow to stop her from leaving again. “I’m trying to think of what to say. Yes, I was holding you away.” She slips her arm out of my grasp and this time I grab her hand. It’s so small, and yet there’s nothing fragile about it, or her. I can feel the callouses in her palm and I remember that this woman has worked hard and fought for every single inch of paved road she’s traveled. I shouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that. But her hand, it feels so right in mine.
“No, Shit. I am fucking this up. Lucía . . .”
“Reece, it’s okay. Really.”
“Stop interrupting me, dammit,” I growl at her.
She clamps her mouth shut and her eyes grow wide. She looks as shocked as I feel, she actually did what I said without arguing. That’s a first.
“I was holding you away because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I shouldn’t be getting hard while I’m teaching you how to swim. I shouldn’t be getting boners with you at all. You’re—”
“I know, I’m not your type.” She tries to tug her hand out of my grasp and in frustration, I pull her flush against me. She melts into me, connecting us from hip to thigh.
“Does that feel like you’re not my type, Luc?” I mumble when I feel her hips rotate and against my erection.
“But you said . . .” she whispers and looks up at me. The look of wonder on her face makes me want to take her mouth in a wild kiss.
I let go of her hand and move both of my hands up her body. One stops at her waist, the other goes to brush away the loose hair that is sticking to her neck. As soon as my hand touches her, her eyes close and I feel a shudder pass through her.
I lean in and down and put my nose on the side of her neck and inhale, she smells like sweat, and vanilla and chlorine. I press a kiss to the base of her throat and move my hand to cup her neck.
“I lied,” I say against the spot I just kissed.
Her head falls onto my chest and she says my name, and in her tone I hear so much of what I’m feeling; confusion, frustration, need. I tilt her head up to look at me. Her eyes remain closed.
“Luc, look at me.”
She shakes her head no.
“Luc—”
And then, the air and the moment is cleaved in half by a loud, all too familiar voice shouting my name
“Reeeeece”!
“You ready?” he asks and I sense that he’s asking about more than just these lessons. I nod. He stretches out his hand toward me, palm up. I mimic the gesture.
His laughter is unexpected. It’s melodious and genuine and comes from deep in his belly. With his head thrown back, his arms hanging loosely at his sides, he looks like a man ten years his junior as he laughs. I’m not even able to muster the annoyance I should. It doesn’t stop me from splashing water in his face and asking, “Share the joke?”
His laughter dies to a chuckle. “Nothing. I was putting my hand out for you to take it. But you mimicked me instead. It was funny.”
“Okay. Do it again.” The three words, said as one before I lose my nerve.
“Do what again? Laugh?” he asks, his expression confused.
“Hold out your hand,” I repeat. Quietly, shyly.
His expression changes, softens a little and he does as I’ve asked. This time, as his hand extends toward me, he holds my eyes and says, “Give me your hand, Lucía.”
The air changes. I feel it. As I reach for his hand, it feels like a step toward something more than just the hand of someone who’s teaching me to swim.
As soon as our hands touch, I start to fear the moment we’ll have to pull them apart. I know that when he lets go, I’ll miss his touch.
And it’s wrong being this close to a man who is essentially my boss. A man I’m intrigued by and attracted to and who is so far out of my league that it’s laughable. His finger close around mine and he yanks me forward while spinning me around so that my back is to him.
I let out a yelp of surprise as his other hand comes to rest on my stomach. He covers it with our joined hands. “What are you doing?” My voice has a breathless quality that I attribute to surprise, but it’s also partially due to the pleasure of having his hands on me like this. Why does this feel so good?
“I’m going to teach you to breathe, and I want you to feel what I’m talking about as I explain.” He bends his head down so his mouth is beside my ear. It’s not touching, but it’s close enough that I can feel the heat of his breath on my skin. The goose bumps take me by surprise. I feel my nipples harden and I have to close my eyes and concentrate so I don’t groan and lean into him.
“The most important thing to remember is that you’re not holding your breath when you’re under water. You’re releasing the air you capture in your lungs with each exhale. When you put your head underwater, you should be at one hundred percent of your lung capacity and you shouldn’t come up for air again until you’re at zero.” He presses our layered hands into my torso and says, “Take a deep breath. As deep as you can.”
I do as he instructs.
“Your breath should fill your chest not your abdomen.” The hand that was on top of mine moves up to sit on my chest, just above the rise of my breasts.
“Do it again and this time, this hand,” he wiggles the fingers of the one on my chest, “should be the one that rises. The one on your stomach shouldn’t move at all.”
I try and immediately feel the difference.
He mumbles in my ear, which is closer now, “That’s it, Luc. Fill your lungs so that you have the air that you need to let you make the most of your time underwater.”
I nod and his lips brush my ear with every ascent and descent of my head. He pulls his head away. And then I realize that I’m standing as close to him as I can without us touching. And without even thinking I take a step backward and bring us skin to skin.
I feel the unfamiliar but unmistakable hardness of his erection in my ass for the briefest moment before he jumps away from me like he’s been burned by my touch. Humiliation from his rejection burns hot and fast through me. I don’t just think I’ve made a mistake. I know I have.
***
Reece
This was a mistake. I knew it as soon as I touched her. I’m fucked. This is the woman whose legend I’ve been spinning since I laid eyes on her. She’s ambitious. She’s not a slave to her fears and she is sexy as fuck. In the month that I’ve known her I’ve come to see that she’s special. And I’m so wildly attracted to her that it hurts. I shouldn’t be doing this. She’s my employee. She is so fucking young.
But fuck if I can help how hard I am, being this close to her. I’m a selfish asshole. Because I can’t not do this.
I was purposely keeping her body away from mine so she wouldn’t feel how little control I have. I didn’t anticipate her taking a step backward. And as soon as I felt that soft ass of hers cradle my cock, I jumped. And now she thinks I was rejecting her and she’s leaving.
Fuck.
“Lucía,” I begin, but she just turns around and starts walking toward the stairs.
“Don’t worry about it, no big deal. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” she says without turning around.
I swim after her and in a few strokes, I’m able to grab her by the waist, under water, just as she is putting her foot on the first step.
“It is a big deal and I’m sorry,” I say as I come to standing and turn her around to face me. And when I see her eyes, those big brown, beautiful eyes, I know I should probably let her leave. I see the pain in them before she erases it and sets her entire expression to neutral; the last thing I want to do is hurt her. I should let her walk away because I can’t be thinking about fucking her when we both have so much riding on this whole experiment. But I know I won’t.
She sighs “Reece, forget it. You don’t have to sit here and try of think of something to say. I don’t know why I stepped back when it was obvious you were holding me away.”
“No, Lucía.” I put my arm on her elbow to stop her from leaving again. “I’m trying to think of what to say. Yes, I was holding you away.” She slips her arm out of my grasp and this time I grab her hand. It’s so small, and yet there’s nothing fragile about it, or her. I can feel the callouses in her palm and I remember that this woman has worked hard and fought for every single inch of paved road she’s traveled. I shouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that. But her hand, it feels so right in mine.
“No, Shit. I am fucking this up. Lucía . . .”
“Reece, it’s okay. Really.”
“Stop interrupting me, dammit,” I growl at her.
She clamps her mouth shut and her eyes grow wide. She looks as shocked as I feel, she actually did what I said without arguing. That’s a first.
“I was holding you away because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I shouldn’t be getting hard while I’m teaching you how to swim. I shouldn’t be getting boners with you at all. You’re—”
“I know, I’m not your type.” She tries to tug her hand out of my grasp and in frustration, I pull her flush against me. She melts into me, connecting us from hip to thigh.
“Does that feel like you’re not my type, Luc?” I mumble when I feel her hips rotate and against my erection.
“But you said . . .” she whispers and looks up at me. The look of wonder on her face makes me want to take her mouth in a wild kiss.
I let go of her hand and move both of my hands up her body. One stops at her waist, the other goes to brush away the loose hair that is sticking to her neck. As soon as my hand touches her, her eyes close and I feel a shudder pass through her.
I lean in and down and put my nose on the side of her neck and inhale, she smells like sweat, and vanilla and chlorine. I press a kiss to the base of her throat and move my hand to cup her neck.
“I lied,” I say against the spot I just kissed.
Her head falls onto my chest and she says my name, and in her tone I hear so much of what I’m feeling; confusion, frustration, need. I tilt her head up to look at me. Her eyes remain closed.
“Luc, look at me.”
She shakes her head no.
“Luc—”
And then, the air and the moment is cleaved in half by a loud, all too familiar voice shouting my name
“Reeeeece”!
Lucía
“You ready?” he asks and I sense that he’s asking about more than just these lessons. I nod. He stretches out his hand toward me, palm up. I mimic the gesture.
His laughter is unexpected. It’s melodious and genuine and comes from deep in his belly. With his head thrown back, his arms hanging loosely at his sides, he looks like a man ten years his junior as he laughs. I’m not even able to muster the annoyance I should. It doesn’t stop me from splashing water in his face and asking, “Share the joke?”
His laughter dies to a chuckle. “Nothing. I was putting my hand out for you to take it. But you mimicked me instead. It was funny.”
“Okay. Do it again.” The three words, said as one before I lose my nerve.
“Do what again? Laugh?” he asks, his expression confused.
“Hold out your hand,” I repeat. Quietly, shyly.
His expression changes, softens a little and he does as I’ve asked. This time, as his hand extends toward me, he holds my eyes and says, “Give me your hand, Lucía.”
The air changes. I feel it. As I reach for his hand, it feels like a step toward something more than just the hand of someone who’s teaching me to swim.
As soon as our hands touch, I start to fear the moment we’ll have to pull them apart. I know that when he lets go, I’ll miss his touch.
And it’s wrong being this close to a man who is essentially my boss. A man I’m intrigued by and attracted to and who is so far out of my league that it’s laughable. His finger close around mine and he yanks me forward while spinning me around so that my back is to him.
I let out a yelp of surprise as his other hand comes to rest on my stomach. He covers it with our joined hands. “What are you doing?” My voice has a breathless quality that I attribute to surprise, but it’s also partially due to the pleasure of having his hands on me like this. Why does this feel so good?
“I’m going to teach you to breathe, and I want you to feel what I’m talking about as I explain.” He bends his head down so his mouth is beside my ear. It’s not touching, but it’s close enough that I can feel the heat of his breath on my skin. The goose bumps take me by surprise. I feel my nipples harden and I have to close my eyes and concentrate so I don’t groan and lean into him.
“The most important thing to remember is that you’re not holding your breath when you’re under water. You’re releasing the air you capture in your lungs with each exhale. When you put your head underwater, you should be at one hundred percent of your lung capacity and you shouldn’t come up for air again until you’re at zero.” He presses our layered hands into my torso and says, “Take a deep breath. As deep as you can.”
I do as he instructs.
“Your breath should fill your chest not your abdomen.” The hand that was on top of mine moves up to sit on my chest, just above the rise of my breasts.
“Do it again and this time, this hand,” he wiggles the fingers of the one on my chest, “should be the one that rises. The one on your stomach shouldn’t move at all.”
I try and immediately feel the difference.
He mumbles in my ear, which is closer now, “That’s it, Luc. Fill your lungs so that you have the air that you need to let you make the most of your time underwater.”
I nod and his lips brush my ear with every ascent and descent of my head. He pulls his head away. And then I realize that I’m standing as close to him as I can without us touching. And without even thinking I take a step backward and bring us skin to skin.
I feel the unfamiliar but unmistakable hardness of his erection in my ass for the briefest moment before he jumps away from me like he’s been burned by my touch. Humiliation from his rejection burns hot and fast through me. I don’t just think I’ve made a mistake. I know I have.
***
Reece
This was a mistake. I knew it as soon as I touched her. I’m fucked. This is the woman whose legend I’ve been spinning since I laid eyes on her. She’s ambitious. She’s not a slave to her fears and she is sexy as fuck. In the month that I’ve known her I’ve come to see that she’s special. And I’m so wildly attracted to her that it hurts. I shouldn’t be doing this. She’s my employee. She is so fucking young.
But fuck if I can help how hard I am, being this close to her. I’m a selfish asshole. Because I can’t not do this.
I was purposely keeping her body away from mine so she wouldn’t feel how little control I have. I didn’t anticipate her taking a step backward. And as soon as I felt that soft ass of hers cradle my cock, I jumped. And now she thinks I was rejecting her and she’s leaving.
Fuck.
“Lucía,” I begin, but she just turns around and starts walking toward the stairs.
“Don’t worry about it, no big deal. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” she says without turning around.
I swim after her and in a few strokes, I’m able to grab her by the waist, under water, just as she is putting her foot on the first step.
“It is a big deal and I’m sorry,” I say as I come to standing and turn her around to face me. And when I see her eyes, those big brown, beautiful eyes, I know I should probably let her leave. I see the pain in them before she erases it and sets her entire expression to neutral; the last thing I want to do is hurt her. I should let her walk away because I can’t be thinking about fucking her when we both have so much riding on this whole experiment. But I know I won’t.
She sighs “Reece, forget it. You don’t have to sit here and try of think of something to say. I don’t know why I stepped back when it was obvious you were holding me away.”
“No, Lucía.” I put my arm on her elbow to stop her from leaving again. “I’m trying to think of what to say. Yes, I was holding you away.” She slips her arm out of my grasp and this time I grab her hand. It’s so small, and yet there’s nothing fragile about it, or her. I can feel the callouses in her palm and I remember that this woman has worked hard and fought for every single inch of paved road she’s traveled. I shouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that. But her hand, it feels so right in mine.
“No, Shit. I am fucking this up. Lucía . . .”
“Reece, it’s okay. Really.”
“Stop interrupting me, dammit,” I growl at her.
She clamps her mouth shut and her eyes grow wide. She looks as shocked as I feel, she actually did what I said without arguing. That’s a first.
“I was holding you away because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I shouldn’t be getting hard while I’m teaching you how to swim. I shouldn’t be getting boners with you at all. You’re—”
“I know, I’m not your type.” She tries to tug her hand out of my grasp and in frustration, I pull her flush against me. She melts into me, connecting us from hip to thigh.
“Does that feel like you’re not my type, Luc?” I mumble when I feel her hips rotate and against my erection.
“But you said . . .” she whispers and looks up at me. The look of wonder on her face makes me want to take her mouth in a wild kiss.
I let go of her hand and move both of my hands up her body. One stops at her waist, the other goes to brush away the loose hair that is sticking to her neck. As soon as my hand touches her, her eyes close and I feel a shudder pass through her.
I lean in and down and put my nose on the side of her neck and inhale, she smells like sweat, and vanilla and chlorine. I press a kiss to the base of her throat and move my hand to cup her neck.
“I lied,” I say against the spot I just kissed.
Her head falls onto my chest and she says my name, and in her tone I hear so much of what I’m feeling; confusion, frustration, need. I tilt her head up to look at me. Her eyes remain closed.
“Luc, look at me.”
She shakes her head no.
“Luc—”
And then, the air and the moment is cleaved in half by a loud, all too familiar voice shouting my name
“Reeeeece”!
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MORE ABOUT THICKER THAN WATER
Lucia Vega is on a winning streak.
Her book, Throw Away the Key has taken the country by storm.
And now it’s being made into a movie.
After years of chasing it, she can finally taste freedom.
Reece Carras is one of the most powerful men in Hollywood.
Handsome, rich and generous, he’s everything girls like her aren’t supposed to dream of.
But dream she does. And in his strong arms she finds a freedom she never even knew existed.
Falling in love was the easy part…
Cruel twists of fate and torn loyalties will make staying together seem impossible.
Sacrifices will have to be made.
And they will learn that blood may be thicker than water,
but nothing is more powerful than two hearts that beat for each other.
Lucia Vega is on a winning streak.
Her book, Throw Away the Key has taken the country by storm.
And now it’s being made into a movie.
After years of chasing it, she can finally taste freedom.
Reece Carras is one of the most powerful men in Hollywood.
Handsome, rich and generous, he’s everything girls like her aren’t supposed to dream of.
But dream she does. And in his strong arms she finds a freedom she never even knew existed.
Falling in love was the easy part…
Cruel twists of fate and torn loyalties will make staying together seem impossible.
Sacrifices will have to be made.
And they will learn that blood may be thicker than water,
but nothing is more powerful than two hearts that beat for each other.
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Dylan Allen is a Texas girl with a serious case of wanderlust.
A self-proclaimed happily ever junkie, she loves creating stories where her characters chase their own happy endings.
When she isn’t writing or reading, eating or cooking, she and her family are planning their next adventure.
Follow Dylan on Amazon HERE
A self-proclaimed happily ever junkie, she loves creating stories where her characters chase their own happy endings.
When she isn’t writing or reading, eating or cooking, she and her family are planning their next adventure.
Follow Dylan on Amazon HERE
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