Page 430 of One More Kiss

“Remind me to never visit during cold season.”

“Oh my God,” I say, bursting into laughter as the water hits my ankles. “Wow…it is warm.”

“I told you.” He turns and winks, pulling us deeper into the water until it’s up to my breasts.

“I guess you did.” I roll my eyes. “At least the view was worth it.”

“I’d have to agree with you on that one actually.” He pulls me close until our chests are pressed together.

“I meant the sunset,” I correct him with fake annoyance in my tone. “You’re so egotistical.” I shake my head.

“So did I,” he corrects with a knowing grin. He’s such a fucking liar. “Now who’s egotistical?”

“I’d believe you if you weren’t staring so hard at my chest.”

“Well, you have nice tits. They’re distracting.”

“My tits are distracting?” I ask with laughter. “You want to touch them?”

His eyebrows shoot up, probably wondering if it’s a trick or not. When I don’t waver, he licks his lips and clears his throat.

“What happened to you not being desperate enough to sleep with a man like me?”

Pinching my lips together, I try to think of the perfect comeback, but nothing clever comes to mind. Probably because every time I glance at him, his gorgeous pierced cock invades my brain.

So my tits are distracting to him, and his cock has me thinking all kinds of bad and inappropriate thoughts.

The irony isn’t lost on me.

“I decided to throw out all my standards,” I finally answer. It’s not a complete lie, but it’s not the whole truth either. I’d be a fool to not want to sleep with a man like him. He can probably do things to me I’ve only ever written about or dreamed about, and even then, I don’t always write those scenes based on experience. Sometimes it’s based on fantasy, pure imagination, or porn.

“Are you saying I don’t meet your standards?” he asks, offended.

“Quite the opposite, actually. I didn’t mean physical standards, I meant emotionally. I came back over to yell at you for kissing me and then when you kissed me again, I don’t know…I didn’t want to use the energy to fight it any longer.”

Keeping his eyes focused on mine, he brushes his finger along my jawline and to my cheek before moving strands of hair behind my ear. My long hair sticks to my shoulders and back, but that doesn’t stop his urge to touch me. Keeping his hand cupped along my jaw, he pulls me forward until our lips connect. My hands wrap around his waist and hold onto him as if I’ll drown without his support.

It’d be worth it, though.

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