Page 4 of Crazy Love

“Uh-oh.” I laugh when she doesn’t say anything, just studies me. “You’re plotting something. Based on previous experience, when you get that look, it means trouble. No more flamingos tonight.” I lift my hands up.

She exhales dramatically. “Dammit. You catch on way too fast.”

I smirk. “What are you scheming?”

“Not so fast. How was the rehearsal dinner?”

“It was great. Good food. Everyone’s so happy to be here, happy to be together…”

Her nose crinkles up. “I feel bad for taking you away from your friends.”

I shake my head. “We have fun whenever we’re together. You should meet them. Tomorrow?” I ask hopefully.

She grins and gets that mischievous look again.

“So, what were you thinking about when I got here?” I take her hand and thread my fingers in hers.

She turns in her seat, facing me. “Whether or not I should kiss you again.”

Heat licks up my spine. “And?”

“I mean, the first kiss was good…”

“Good?” I scoff. “Addy, that kiss deserved a standing O.”

She lifts a shoulder. “Eh. Seven out of ten.”

“Seven?Why does that crush my ego into dust?”

She bites her lip to keep from laughing. “Okay, eight.”

“Unbelievable,” I mutter. “Youlovedit.”

She leans in, close enough that I smell the soft vanilla and coconut scent of her skin. “Maybe you should remind me,” she whispers.

That’s all the invitation I need.

I kiss her, slow and deep, letting it build. And holy hell, it’s even better than the first time. The way she melts into me after luring me in with her sexy mouth—I’m gone.

She lets out a small, satisfied hum against my lips, and I smile against her mouth. “Still an eight?”

“Nine,” she says, breathless. “But if we keep going, Imightconsider a ten.”

“Let’s test that theory.”

I stand up and hold out my hand, and she takes it, smiling up at me. I lead her to the elevators, both of us buzzing with anticipation. By the time we reach my room, we barely make it inside before my hands are on her waist, her fingers threading through my hair. It’s ridiculous how fucking good this feels with her.

She presses against me, her breath warm against my jaw. “You always move this fast?”

I chuckle, brushing my lips against her ear. “I could kiss you all night long and die happy…and no, I donotalways work like that.”

Her breath hitches. “You like kissing me?”

“More than I should,” I admit, my voice rough.

She pulls me down for another kiss, and I swear, I could get lost in her mouth forever.

And then?—

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