Page 73 of Kiss Me Tonight

Her figure is nothing but temptation. Heavy breasts and wide hips. Trim arms and legs that go on for fucking days—the high cut of her bikini bottoms only serves to make her legs look longer, leaner, and I’d give my right nut to feel them wrapped around my waist as I lower her to the sand and cover her body with mine.

“Dominic? You’re . . . you’re staring.”

There’s a note of hesitance in her voice that I instantly despise. To say nothing of the way she nervously fiddles with her bikini top strap, occasionally sneaking glances up at my face, like she’s worried I disapprove.

The only thing I disapprove of is my promise that I won’t be kissing her tonight.

I’m an idiot. A Grade-A idiot because how the hell am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when she looks like—

“Fucking perfection,” I rasp, sweeping my gaze up to her face. “You’re fucking perfection, Coach.”

In every single way.

“You think so?”

Hell yes. Every part of me thinks so. My needy cock, my starved gaze, my hopeful heart. “Get in the kayak before I make a change of plans.”

Like a temptress sent to drive me wild, her fingers graze my stomach. “And what plans might those be?”

I lower my voice, my own fingers seeking out the bikini bow at her hip. “Me putting you on all fours while I fuck you from behind.”

She laughs softly. “For the record, I appreciate you offering to do me doggy-style. Less chance of sand getting into private places that way.”

I tug on the string, loosening the bow in warning. One more pull and the knot will come free and I’ll be entering paradise. It’s tempting. My fingers glide under the knot, and there’s no mistaking the way her hand flies to my wrist . . . and pulls me closer.

Oh, fuck.

In the shadowed night, my gaze collides with hers as my fingers dip south. I grip the knot between my index finger and thumb, and I’m sure she can feel the way my pulse is hammering at the base of my wrist. I promised her no kissing. I vowed to make this night about more than my need to strip her naked and sink into her sweet heat.

It takes every ounce of my self-control to not skim my palm down and cup her between her legs. Instead, I jerk her closer with my hand around her bikini strap top and, when I feel her hot breath on my chest, I do the goddamn gentlemanly thing: I re-tie the knot at her hip. Tight. That shit isn’t coming undone anytime soon.

My hand slips down to squeeze the outside of her naked thigh. “Get in the kayak, Coach. We’re going on an adventure and we’re down to fifteen minutes.”

Giggling, Levi sashays backward. “You’re bossy, Dominic,” she tells me, one hand to the side of her black frames as she peers over at me. “I like it—a lot. Okay. Enough lollygagging. Let’s do this.”

I tuck my cell phone into one of my tennis shoes, then follow behind her. “Lollygagging?”

“Don’t judge me. You used dillydallying the other day,” she says, defending herself as she drops one foot, then the other, into the kayak. “Are you going to push me in?”

“That was the plan.”

My hands find the curved edge of the kayak as I bend at the waist. And, because I’m not all that much of a true gentleman, I take advantage of the fact that Levi is facing away from me to readjust my hard-on.Enjoy it now,I want to tell it,you’re about to die a quick death.At this time of night, the water is gonna be lukewarm at best. I’ll be lucky if my nuts don’t shrivel up on me.

“You know,” Levi muses, “you’re really good at this assistant thing.”

“You thinkin’ about giving me a raise?”

“Wish I could.” She throws a glance over her shoulder at me. “But you’ll have to settle for what I can give you.”

It’s a euphemism if I’ve ever heard one.

More like a promise.

A promise I wouldn’t mind her keeping. I’m dying to know how she’ll feel in my arms without clothes in the way. How her berry lips will taste after I’ve gone down on her and brought her in for a kiss. If she’s as passionate in bed as she is on the field.

If our stint in the classroom is any indication, I have a feeling that passion isn’t a problem for her. At least, it’s not a problem for her when she’s with me. I don’t think I’ll ever rid myself of the memory of her sweet ass rolling and moving while she straddled me on that desk.

Shoving aside all thoughts of the two of us together, I wait for her to get comfortable. When she’s ready and waiting with her hands wrapped around the oars, I slowly push, allowing the kayak to glide into the water. My toes are the first to make contact and I experience a split second of regret. It’s colder than I expected.

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