Page 97 of The Bro-code

“What’s that supposed to mean? Topher, did you organize this whole game just to kiss Bay?”

Her glare scares me and I’ve fought guys five times the size of Bianca Williams on the ice.

Topher knows that he fucked up. “No, I?—”

“Then keep dancing. We’re on their left and we have no one on our right, so we aren’t due for a swap.”

I’ll let them figure out the intricacies of the rules to this idiotic game, but I’m all about reaping the rewards.

“Bay?” I offer her my hand and she looks at it as if my fingers had teeth.

“Go on baby,” Cole coaxes her, doing me a solid. “You heard the rules. If you don’t kiss him, you have to jump in the pool. Naked.”

Bay’s exaggerated sigh should offend me, but I know she’s putting on an act to get under my skin.

I couldn’t care less. My eyes are on the prize and I pull Bay closer just as the DJ says that we should kiss our new partner starting now.

I don’t let him say it twice. I’ve been dying to kiss Bay since we were in that aircraft toilet together.

She doesn’t put up a fight. When I pull her closer and bring my hand to the back of her neck to angle her the right way, she comes willingly.

Fuck.

Her lips are even softer than I imagined, and I have to resist the urge to slip my tongue into her mouth from the get go. I’m not fourteen anymore for fuck’s sake, I’ve learned a few things about kissing since then.

I move my lips against hers and the sensation is exquisite. My entire body reacts to the contact of our mouths, to the way her soft breath fans over my lips.

I take her top lip between my own lips, massaging her for just a second, giving her just a hint of pressure. I do the same to her bottom lip, pressing a little more, letting my lips linger on hers.

Bay does exactly what I was hoping she would do and parts her lips for me.

That’s my cue to trace the seam of her lips with the tip of my tongue, waiting her out.

She meets me halfway and when our tongues touch, I know she wanted to kiss me just as much as I wanted her.

I’ve always seen kissing as a means to an end, as the stepping stone for more.

It’s not that I don’t want more—I fucking do—but this is so good, I don’t want it to end.

As our tongues tangle, we explore each other’s mouths but it doesn’t end there.

I know we’re in public but my high school coach used to say “Go big or go home,” so I dare splaying my fingers over Bay’s ribs, inching higher and higher.

She doesn’t stop me, she moans into my mouth when my fingers graze the underside of her perfect, pert tit.

Her reaction makes me bold and I swipe the pad of my thumb over the small bead of her nipple.

Fuck, she isn’t wearing a bra.

This woman will be the death of me, I swear.

Have I mentioned that the little blue mini dress she’s wearing has a zipper closing the front?

All I want is to lower it and see the color of her nipples. I imagine them a pale pink and I’m dying to find out.

I’m dying to do a lot more than that. I want to lick and bite on those pink nipples, feel Bay’s toned thighs wrap around my hips and grind against her. I need her to feel what she does to me.

Because since the second I saw her for the first time after accidentally ruining her lipstick? It takes Bay to enter a room to give me a semi.

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