Flirting with Sin by Naima Simone Read Free Book Online

. With the eyes, hair and face of an angel, how could he have guessed Neveah possessed the body of a porn star? The mouth. He dropped his gaze to the plump, sinful curves. Yeah, that mouth should’ve been his first clue. This angel was fallen. And damn if he didn’t want to contribute to her corruption.
    “I’m going sledding.” She removed a knit, page boy-style cap from her coat pocket.
    “Sledding?” He couldn’t contain his disbelief. “As in… sledding ?”
    “Yes.” A corner of her mouth quirked. “You know, snow, the outdoors. Whoosh.” She held her hand high and mimicked sliding down a hill.
    “Oh ri-i-ight.” He nodded. “Whoosh.”
    She snorted, tugging on her hat. “Unlike you, I have been taking advantage of what this place has to offer. And sledding is number three on my bucket list.”
    “Yeah? What were numbers one and two?” And why did a flash of jealously flicker within him at the thought of her enjoying herself with other people—men—while he’d been passed out? Fucking ridiculous.
    “Ice skating and Irish set dancing.”
    Ari blinked. “Apparently, I’m still drunk because I could’ve sworn you just said Irish set dancing.”
    She scowled. “Considering how you spent the past forty-eight hours, I’ll thank you not to judge.”
    “Hey.” He held up his hands, palms out. For the first time in longer than he could remember, honest-to-God laughter bubbled up inside him. It was unfamiliar…and damn good. Cleansing. “You have every right to get your Lord of the Dance on.”
    She defiantly hiked her chin. “It’s called a bucket list for a reason. Now, if you don’t mind, number three awaits.” She turned but, after a step toward the door, she halted and slowly pivoted back around. “Do you want to come?”
    Surprise winged through him. Sledding? For real? Growing up in LA, opportunities to slide down a snow-covered hill hadn’t arisen very often. When the Sincero clan had indulged in the rare family vacation, they’d traveled to his homesick mother’s India instead of Aspen or Sun Valley. He’d never…but wasn’t trying new things the point?
    And, in this moment, studying Neveah’s carefully composed features and shuttered eyes, there was nothing else he wanted more than to zoom down a Colorado hill at a death-defying speed. With her. “Yeah, I do.”
    Her eyes widened, astonishment and pleasure lighting her deep-brown gaze. A small smile curved her mouth.
    “Well, get dressed—oh, wait.” She arched an eyebrow, tapping a finger against her bottom lip. Huh. Jealous of a finger. A first. “You can’t go in those clothes.” She flicked a hand at his long-sleeved white thermal shirt and jeans. “You’ll freeze. Do you have a sweater and coat?”
    “I packed for Mexico, not the Rockies.”
    “Oh.” A wicked—and scary as hell—gleam entered her eyes. “In that case, I have the perfect solution.”
    Shit.
    * * * *
    “Shit.”
    “What?” Neveah grinned. Even under his sunglasses and a slouched, brimmed hat, she could detect Ari’s dark scowl. “You’re not cold.”
    The corner of his mouth curled into a sexy snarl as he surveyed the black down ski jacket and gloves he’d bought at the resort’s small, in-house boutique. “I look like an asshole.”
    She snickered. “A warm asshole, though.”
    She couldn’t glimpse his eyes through the black lenses of his shades, but she could easily imagine his narrowed, gold-green glare.
    “You are enjoying this entirely too much.” He fidgeted, tugging at the sleeve and bottom of the coat. “Thank fuck my brother can’t see me now.”
    Scoffing, she turned toward the glistening, white landscape that served as the golf course in the spring and summer. The November wind, frigid and biting, whipped around them. In a defiant “eff you” the sun shone bright, reflecting off the snow in a blinding show of light. She adjusted her sunglasses and tightened her scarf to prevent the sneaky, icy fingers of the winter