Page 137 of Kiss Me Tonight

I tilt my head to the side, giving him ample room to kiss his way down my neck. “I saw you whispering with Meredith and Aunt Gloria. You were scheming.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

The cabin is nothing but rows of bunk beds. Not that that stops Dominic from carrying me over to the closest one. He props my back against a wooden ladder that leads to the top bunk, and promptly orders, “Hold on, Coach.”

Hold on?

Hold on towhat?

My shorts are gone in the next breath, ripped down my legs until they hang loosely around my ankles. Oh, yes please. I love it when Dominic gets handsy. “Did you see it?” I ask, already breathless, as he traces his tongue along the inside crease of my hip bone.

Black eyes dart up to my face. “See what?”

“Underwear.”

With one hand to my pelvis, like he honestly thinks I’m going to disappear on him, he peers down at the discarded panties on the floor. Flicks his fingers over the fabric so he can see the black font that reads:Property of Football God.

His shoulders shake with mirth. “You better fucking believe it, baby.”

And then he surprises me completely, standing tall and inching his waistband down.

I wiggle my brows. “Are we already getting to the good stuff?”

He wags a finger at me. “Hey, now, everything we do together is the good stuff.” The waistband of his shorts lowers, treating me to my very first visual of Dominic in briefs. He only reveals a few scant inches of the underwear but, much to my delight, I can see enough to admire how the black fabric cups his impressive erection like a faithful lover. And that dark happy trail dipping into paradise? God, he’s delicious. And mine,allmine.

Wait.

I blink.

Why is he wearing briefs?

The shorts drop to the floor with a shove of his fingers and—

Oh. My. God.

I laugh so hard that the only thing holding me up is the ladder. “You didn’t,” I whisper, pressing my palms to my aching cheeks.

Dominic points to the words written across the briefs.

Belongs to Football Legend.Below the white print is an arrow leading down to his dick.

Without a hint of shame, he shrugs his broad shoulders. “I saw your order come in and couldn’t let you one-up me.”

This—this right here is true love.

Laughing at all times of the day, knowing that your other half is going to pull some crazy stunt because there’s nothing he enjoys more than rising up to a challenge—especially when I’m the one issuing it.

“C’mere,’ I tell him, holding out my arms.

He doesn’t need any more convincing.

He slants his mouth over mine as he corrals me onto the bottom bunk. My butt hits the firm mattress first, and then Dominic’s hand is at my shoulder and pushing, pushing, pushing until I’m sprawled out on the twin-sized bed. He follows me down, leveraging his big body over mine.Yes.I hook my legs around the backs of his thighs when our kiss turns frantic. Tongues sliding, lips wet. Dominic tastes like s’mores, and I lick at his lips when he tugs back to catch his breath.

His chest reverberates with a groan. Yeah, he likes it when I push him and take control of his pleasure. Wanting to hear sexy noise rumble out of him again, I strain my bare hips so I can get as close to him as possible.

Dammit, the briefs are in the way.

“I’m never wearing them again,” he grumbles against my neck. “Good in theory, bad in practice.”

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