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Offended, I ask why.
“’Cause I’m a little drunk, and I’m not sure if it’s okay to interrupt you by kissing.”
Our lips meet in a kiss that steals my breath away. He kisses me with the same intensity as his dislike for me. Or…is it previous dislike? Cash’s hands remain at the front of the flannel shirt that I wear, and he uses it to pull me closer, deepening the kiss.
I knew his kiss would be good. I knew that hard mouth could do more exciting things than frown. I knew his humorless lips could relax and surrender. I’m just unprepared for how fast my heart races in response to his breath mingling with mine.
“Caroline,” he says again when we pull away from the kiss.
“What?” I whisper, feeling hazy and a little lightheaded.
“I…forgot what I was going to say.”
“Kiss me again, and maybe the thought will come back,” I tease.
With a quiet growl, Cash lands another kiss on my mouth, letting go of the front of his shirt that I wear. He cups my jaw and angles my head to his liking.Yes, I silently urge.Move me how you want me.This kiss is firmer. Wetter. With teasing licks against my lips, he moves me this way and that, savoring my mouth at all angles to find his favorite position.
The next time I feel the quick dart of his tongue, I circle my arms around his shoulders and open my mouth to take him in. He groans into my mouth as our tongues come together in a slow, erotic slide. He has me right where he wants me. He releases his hold on my face and instead circles my back to pull me closer still, his fingers spread across my spine. His grip is forceful and claiming. We may say I don’t belong to him, but his fingers sending electricity up and down my spine say otherwise.
He pulls back, both of us breathless, and murmurs a question.
Oh, I hope he just asked if I want to go somewhere, and I hope it’s not his parents’ house.
“What?”
He repeats the question. “Do you want to go swimming with me?”
That is not what I thought he was going to say.
“Now? Here? In the bay?”
“Yeah, now.”
“But…there’s fish in there.”
“They don’t bite.”
“They do. That’s literally all they do. I don’t know if you know about fishing, but there’s an entire industry around here built on the assurance that fish, in fact, enjoy biting.”
Cash throws his head back and laughs. Joy rolls off of his aura and warms me down to my toes.
“I’m here to amuse,” I say.
“I’ll protect you,” he says.
Perhaps it’s the beer, but the image of this man punching a fish in the face for biting me makes me guffaw.
“Do you not believe I’ll protect you?”
What is wrong with me, exactly? I’ve imagined this man naked since the second he walked into the bait shop weeks ago. I’ve been fantasizing about enticing he would look—and feel—while wet and naked. And he’s just told me he was up all night thinking about me. What am I, stupid?
“It’s cold,” I pout.
He catches my bottom lip between his teeth and murmurs against my mouth. “Not that cold. And if it is, I’ll warm you up.”
His walls are broken down and he’s into me. I love this version of Cash.
“Of course, I’ll go swimming with you, Cash. I’ll just go get my suit—”
