Page 10 of Hot Kisses

She finally stalks in, whirling to glare at me. “I don’t want a high class pool or a spa or have to show a pass every time I want to step onto the sand. Waves should be free.” Her rage turns to sorrow and she hides her face in her hands. “This isn’t what Grandpa wanted. Not at all, not at all.”

A chill seeps into my bones that has nothing to do with the fact I’m soaked from rain. I remember her foul uncle talking about how long it took to put the will through probate. I peel her hands away and make her look at me.

“What do you mean by that?”

“My grandfather never wanted me to sell that land. He showed me more than once that I was supposed to be the executor of the will. He showed me his last wishes, and his life insurance, too. I hated it, every time, because I just wanted to believe he’d live forever. But I know Uncle Oliver did something shady and it’s half my fault for being so sad and trusting him to deal with everything.” She grips my hands and steps closer to me, tears springing into her eyes. “Please just hold off until I can get a lawyer on the case. Please?”

Looking into her eyes, I’d promise her anything, but I’ve already had my own lawyers look over the paperwork. It’s rock solid. Whatever fucked up thing her uncle did, it’s done. I think about stepping away from this rotten deal, but that land is prime. He’d have another buyer lined up in minutes. But Clarice’s face is so full of hope.

“I’ll see what I can do,” I tell her.

She flings herself at me, wrapping her arms tight around my neck. Her soft body melts into mine and it’s war to keep my cock from rising. Then I realize she’s shivering.

“Christ, you’re freezing,” I say, but unable to push her away. “Let me turn the AC down and get you something else to wear. Then we can order dinner.”

She still won’t let go and tips her face back. All I’d have to do is lean down a few inches to claim her lush mouth. She nestles in closer and my hands find their way under her sodden tank top. Her back is cool and I pull her closer, trying to infuse her with my heat, because she has me burning up.

Her green eyes darken and she rises on her toes. I shake my head, even as my body is telling me to take her.

“I don’t want you to do anything out of gratitude.”

Her smile is almost enough, but I stay out of her reach until she speaks. “I’ve just been waiting to know you’re not my enemy.” She scowls adorably and my cock stops listening to my commands. I’m fully hard in a second. “Even when I was supposed to hate you I wanted to kiss you.”

I let her rise up on her toes again and then can’t hold out any longer. Our lips crash together and when hers part I tease the crease of her mouth with my tongue until she’s trembling in my arms.

Fuck, she’s still freezing cold. “Get in the shower,” I order. “I’m not going anywhere.”

I lead her to the bathroom, where she looks around at the vast granite shower. Biting her lip, she grabs me again, rising up for another kiss. “Just one more.”

I oblige, and soon I have her pressed against the sink, lifting her onto the counter. How can I not when she was in all my dreams last night, in every thought today until it was time to meet her again. Her legs spread and wrap around my hips, drawing me close to her as her hands glide up and down my chest.

I growl at my inability to stay focused. “You’re still in your wet clothes. You’re going to catch a cold.”

She smiles, a mix of innocence and mischief. “Better help me get them off, then.” She reaches to push my shirt up, faking a pout until I lift my arms. With another smile, she runs her fingers down my bare chest. “Brian? I’m getting colder by the second.”

I laugh and help her out of her top, leaning down to nuzzle the soft globes of her ripe little tits bursting out of her bra. I snap open the clasp with my teeth and her musical giggle is replaced by a gasp as I take her nipple into my mouth. Her hands find my hair and her breath is hot near my ear.

I lift her and carry her into the walk-in shower, turning on the stinging spray. We stand under it, kissing and exploring each other until she pushes away and wriggles out of her shorts. Tugging at my jeans, she gives me a determined look until I nod and get out of them. We’re both naked and while she stares down at my fully erect cock, I take in her curves, her bronzed skin with the tan lines driving me wild. Instead of grabbing her and sinking deep between her slender thighs, I find the bar of soap and begin sudsing every inch of her smooth skin.

Her eyes are closed, a blissful smile on her face as the steam envelops us. When she’s rinsed, she takes the soap from me and begins tentatively exploring my body. Unable to stand her curious touch for long, I drag her back to me, finding her mouth with mine. Lifting her out, I wrap her in the oversized hotel bathrobe and carry her to the bed.

Settling her onto it, I look down at her. Wet, tangled hair spills all over the comforter and the robe falls open to reveal peachy nipples against tanned skin. She reaches out to me and I sit beside her, tracing my finger from her collarbone, down along the open edge of the robe. Her nipples turn to taut peaks and I lean over to nip at one.

My body is inflamed, every ounce of willpower called into play as I tease her damp skin. “Warm now?” I ask.

She nods, but shivers as my hand moves lower. “Burning up.”

“Should I stop?”

Her sudden intake of breath has me turning away to hide a grin. “No, don’t stop,” she tells me urgently.

But my hand stops anyway, at her hip. One flick of the wrist would push the robe aside and reveal the pale triangle of flesh between her tanned thighs. I’m almost drooling, I want to taste her so badly.

“What are you, twenty-two, twenty-three?” I ask, tracing a small circle on her lower belly.

She sticks her tongue out at me, a quick dart that delights me and makes me lean down to kiss her. “Tell me,” I demand.

“Twenty-one,” she sighs. “But don’t start about how you’re way too old for me.”

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