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"Let me kiss you. Unless you're afraid you can't keep from fucking me, right here on the beach."
She clasps her hands more tightly over her belly.
I let my lips slide into a devilish smile. "Ready to break your first rule?"
"No." She squirms, adjusting her position though she seems like she can't quite get comfortable. "But we can kiss. Only kiss. No clothing will be removed, and no parts of you will sneak under my clothes to touch parts of me. Understand?"
"Aye. I willnae stroke yourboicionnunless you beg me to."
"My what?"
"Boicionn." I sweep a hand down her body, hovering it a bare inch above her skin, and halt it over her groin. "Your sweet, pink, slippery folds. The ones I'll lick and stroke when I finally have you naked under me."
"Never going to happen."
"We'll see."
"Are you going to kiss me or what?"
I lay a hand on her cheek, drawing circles on her skin with my thumb and grazing the corner of her mouth. Slanting closer, I hover my lips millimeters from hers. "Desperate for me?"
"Patience is not my forte. When I decide to do something, I want to get it done right away."
"I like that about you."
Her lips drift apart like she's begging me to kiss her.
"I like everything I've learned about you," I say. "Even your rules."
Before she can speak, I brush my lips across hers—once, twice, three times. Even that delicate contact drives me mad with a hint of what her mouth will taste like this time. I skate my lips over hers, teasing her until she fists her hands in the towel beneath her and lets out a soft, hungry moan. When I dart my tongue out to flick it across the seam of her mouth, back and forth, she exhales another long, ravenous moan and seizes my head in her hands, pulling me in. Our lips crash together as she sinks her fingers into my hair and opens her mouth wider, urging me to take control.
How can I resist that?
A groan resonates in my chest and throat as I dive my tongue inside her mouth, lashing and coiling it around hers, starved for the flavor and sensation of this woman devouring me as completely as I'm devouring her. When we come up for air, both breathless, all we can do is gaze into each other's eyes for a long moment. My cock is halfway to a hard-on, but I don't care. Kissing Calli is worth it.
I move in for another kiss.
Calli places a hand on my chest, keeping me at bay. "Listen, you need to accept I won't ever love you. I do not fall for men called Don Juan."
I rub my eyes with my thumb and forefinger. "Bloody Jamie. Little sisters can be a trial, that's for sure. When you've got five brothers and sisters, you get used to being called all sorts of sarcastic names. Doesn't your brother annoy you that way?"
"Gavin prefers to annoy me by meddling in my life."
I nod. "Overbearing brothers. I sympathize."
"Ditto. But about this Don Juan thing…"
"I am not a Don Juan. I like women, and I like to flirt, that's all."
She still has her hand flat on my chest, the warmth of her skin penetrating my shirt. "How many women have you been with?"
"Seven."
Her eyebrows shoot up. "Seven? That's it? Doesn't sound very Don Juan-ish to me."
"Told you, I'm not like that. Jamie's exaggerating." I settle my hand over hers and slowly peel her palm away from my shirt. "I'd like another kiss now, please."
"Okay."
