Page 77 of Forgive You

But this? Yeah, this is different. This is all-consuming, torturously slow, and building a high I only felt that one time I did molly.

Long kisses, tender strokes of his tongue against mine, a push and pull that has the purpose to drive me wild and lose control as my hips grind into his groin. His wet swimming trunks teasing my clit as it alternates from hot to cold.

Fuck.

I hear myself moan, but the sound is muffled by another deep kiss, sucking the air from my lungs. My blush pink bikini bottoms are getting wetter, my clit throbbing every time it’s tickled by another flick of movement.

“Slow, Jason.” I break loose, because I’m about to dry hump him on the beach.

Our foreheads stay connected, our breaths mixing as he takes my face in his hands.

“Baby, you’re killing me.” Another kiss follows, but this one is sweet, soft, a I-hear-you-but-I-can’t-stop-kissing-you, making my insides shiver. “But we’ll take it slow.”

I’m killing him? I’m fucking killing myself. He has no clue how hard this is. How badly I want things to go back to normal. How badly I wanthim. If I felt like I had a choice, I’d pick him. And ironically, by keeping my distance, that’s exactly what I’m doing.

“Come on.” He taps my thigh, softly pushing me off, then gets up and holds out his hand.

“We’re leaving?”

“No, we’re going to get wet.” Goddamnit, does he ever fucking listen?

“Jason, we just agreed on slow.”

A crooked grin slides onto his handsome face, his soft tan shining in the late sun.

“Not the kind of wet I was talking about, though if that’s where your mind is going, I can definitely get on board.”

My eyebrows pull together like magnets, not missing the innuendo, but definitely not following what he’s talking about. Question and excitement light up his face like a Christmas tree, and I don’t know what to make of it.

But then he lifts his eyebrows, and suddenly my attention is captured by Jordan in the ocean. Ocean. Oh, no.

My eyes grow wide.

“You didn’t think I asked you to come to sit there and just look pretty, right?”

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“No.” There’s no way I’m going to go in…in that.

My wide-eyed gaze diverts to the ginormous ocean, my chest caving like the weight of it is taking a seat on top of me. All trillions of gallons of it.

He’s not serious, is he?

“Jules.” He drops to his knees, gripping mine with a firm grip, and oh shit, he really is serious.

My head whips from left to right like I’m possessed or something, because yeah, fucking fuck no.

“I can’t.” The words scrape along my throat with agony, barely enough oxygen to say anything.

“Breathe.”Trust me, I’m trying.“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Let’s go.” He pulls me up as if I have no free will at all, and I blink like my lashes are gonna help me fly away from this situation.

I don’t want to do this, but I do nothing when he leads me toward the daunting, dark water.

Can’t we face my fears in clear blue water? You know, in the Bahamas or something? Wasn’t Kayla going to plan a group vacay?

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