Even though his brain is screaming at him telling him this is wrong not only because he’s her prisoner, but also because what if this turns out to be just like his relationship with Tsura. Their relationship was too much, it turned from passionate love to extreme loathing yet they stayed together until her siblings stepped in. Then he fought back and burned down a building for her to win her back. He was insane, he’s supposed to be in here getting better. He thinks she is not supposed to be here, but his feelings for Ari far surpass anything he’s ever felt before. He could sit here and think: what if this happened or would he ever do that to her? His brain thinks she is dangerous, but something in him won’t let her go.
Before he can comprehend anything, he’s pushing her back towards the cabin while helping her take off her clothes. Who knows what anyone would say if they saw the two by the lake doing anything other than talking, but leaving the clothes all over the place wouldn’t help to hide anything they were about to get up to. “There’s something so magic about you, it’s been so fucking hard keeping my hands to myself.” Vinny yanks his own shirt off and tosses it to the side before he moves to her body again to reconnect for their shared warmth.
Vinny made her feel different. Worldly, like she could seduce him with a look when she'd barely gotten further than second base in the past. Sure, there were rumors about her and what she's gotten up to, but none of them were true. Now here Vinny was making her believe she could make his eyes roll into the back of his head. She giggles as she trips trying to hop out of her jeans. But when he grabs her again, she's steady and he's shirtless. His words send shivers down her spine, and embolden her.
"Do me a favor, Vin," she murmurs, reaching back to tug on his hair. "Don't ever resist your instincts again." She wanted everything he had to give her, even if she had no idea what that was. It just felt right. It felt fucking amazing. As they stumble up the steps to the cabin’s porch, she turns to kiss him. It’s sloppy, hot mouth sliding against his as she tries to commit his taste to memory. She shrieks as one misstep has them tumbling onto the porch floor, just inches from the door.
And now she’s below him, curls spread wildly about her face and chest heaving. There’s a flame licking her skin, a glow igniting beneath it like the sun was trapped in her chest and spreading fast. She gasps when she sees it, leaning up on her elbow. “Well that’s new,” amazement in her voice. Looking into his eyes now, she looks for some answer there. Something inside of her was responding to him, and it was fucking intense. Dragging her fingertips along his shoulder, she watched the glow crackle as it came into contact with his skin. And the resounding electric pulse went straight between her thighs. She moans his name, open mouthed with her forehead pressed against his.