Page 139 of Kiss Me Tonight

A wicked smile swiftly tugs at his mouth. Then, “God, I love you.”

And then there’s no more talking, only thrusting hips and grasping fingers. Our mouths fuse, and I don’t giggle when our teeth clack together or even when he forgets we’re rocking it out on the bottom bunk when he tries to sit up. He smacks his head on the metal springs of the top bunk.

“You’re mine,” he rasps, tugging my knees up so they’re flush with my chest and he can hit that sweet spot justthere. “Mine,” he repeats, his hips slamming forward and sparking heat inside my veins, “mine to love”—he kisses my mouth, sloppy and desperate—“mine to hold”—his hand cups my breast, his thumb flicking over the hard peak—“and mine to fuck.”

I cry out the moment his fingers travel over my rib cage, down the slope of my stomach, to stroke my clit. He’s filling me up and owning my body and it feels so good. My hips lift off the mattress as I meet him thrust for thrust. “Please, please—”

He gives it to me.

The orgasm rocks me to my core, turning me inside out. I hold onto him tightly, clinging to his broad shoulders, as I crane my neck and come undone.

He shatters a moment later, my name gritted out from between his teeth, his hips pistoning forward with wild abandon as he spills himself inside me.

It’s euphoric.

Downright life-changing.

I kiss Dominic’s stubbled cheek, his dimpled chin, wherever I can reach.

It’s not until we’ve come down from the high that he urges me back into my clothes with a swat to my ass.

“I thought you showed me all I need to see?” I point to his semi-hard erection.

Laughing, he only shakes his head like I’m too much for him. “Outside—now—before the kids come find us.”

“Nowyou’re worried about the kids finding us?”

Laughing, but still trusting him implicitly, I follow by his side, my hand engulfed in his, as he leads me around to the back of the cabin. The moon is out tonight, its illumination turning the lake silver and the woods a dusty gray. I made the right decision in bringing the team out here to wrap up summer camp.

They needed it.

Ineeded it.

Angling me so that my back is to the cabin and I’m facing the silver lake not ten yards away, Dominic says, “Look up.”

I blink, startled. “Look up at what?”

“You’ll see.”

“Because that doesn’t sound ominous at all.”

“Aspen.”

I hold up my hands. “Okay, okay! I’m looking up.” I tip my head back, my gaze soaking up the sky. Stars twinkle like little gemstones. I cast my attention east, toward London—though we’re a good hundred miles away from my little hometown on Frenchman Bay.

Wait.

My eyes narrow. Is that . . .?

“Dominic! Oh, my God, it’s a shooting star!”

“You should make a wish.”

Make a wish? What to wish for when I have everything I already want? I’ve never been so happy as I have been this last month. Life is good. Life is sweet. Life is . . .

I close my eyes, briefly, and let myself be whisked away on the fairy tale of wish-making, exactly like Dad had me and Willow do whenever we were feeling sad as kids.

I wish . . .

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