Page 48 of Kiss Me Forever

She groaned. "I think I know where this is going."

"Then you're smarter than me, because I had no clue. All I could think about was seeing her breasts, so I said, let's do it. I stripped down right there on the edge of the pool thinking she was right behind me. After I jumped into the pool, I came back up to see her fully dressed and laughing hysterically with a crowd of her friends."

She felt a wave of sympathy. "That's mean."

"What was even worse was that there was no way I could get out of the pool without showing everything off. I stayed in the water for an hour and a half. Which made things worse, because when I got out of the water…"

Laughing, she put her hand to her mouth as she shook her head. "That is really embarrassing."

"Yeah, you think? I was really happy when I had to change schools three months later. It was the one time I didn't mind being a new face in the classroom."

"Shari is kicking herself right now. She could have had a billionaire boyfriend. And she's probably fat, too."

"I have no idea where she is or what she looks like."

"We could find her on social media."

"I don't want to find her. I don't need to ever see her again."

"If it makes you feel any better, she might have seen that tabloid story about how well-endowed you are." She grinned as his eyebrows arched in surprise. "You didn't see that one? Apparently, some model you hooked up with in Paris told a reporter there that she'd never seen such an incredible—package."

He groaned. "No way. You're making that up. I have a PR department that follows my press around the world and I was never shown that article."

"Maybe they didn't want to embarrass you."

"Well, as you can see, I have nothing left to be embarrassed about."

"Actually, I haven'tseenanything," she said, feeling a little reckless and wild.

A new gleam filled his eyes. "We can take care of that anytime." He grabbed her hands and pulled her up against his body. "But I need a little-warm up first."

As he kissed her, Andrea moved closer, sliding her hands under his t-shirt. She caressed the strong planes of his stomach, feeling the muscles clench under her fingers. He smelled like sweat and soap and everything masculine, and the growing hardness at her groin sent a ripping wave of desire through her.

She had never felt such a need for a man, a deep intense longing to be a part of someone. It felt raw and primitive, and she wanted to give in to the moment, to forget about everything but this man—his lips, his hands, his body on hers. She didn't want to just see him, she wanted to touch him, taste him, be with him in every possible way.

Alex's mouth left hers so suddenly she felt a rush of cold, but then his lips trailed a hot path down her face to the curve of her neck, promising more, much more.

"How do you feel about dirt?" he asked in a rough, tender voice. "Because in another minute you're going to be flat on your back."

"Or maybe you will," she replied, meeting his gaze as he lifted his head. "I like to be on top."

He smiled down at her. "Of course you do."

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"You on top of me?" He shook his head. "Sounds like heaven. Tell me when and where."

His words reminded her that this sexy game was quickly getting out of hand. She licked her lips, as his gaze dared her to name a place, a moment. But how could she do that?

She let out a sigh and took a step back.

Disappointment flooded his gaze. She had a feeling the same emotion was showing in her eyes. She'd never been put in this position before. She'd never had to choose between doing her job and seeing someone. But it wasn't just the professional conflict. Deep down, she knew she couldn't take him up on his offer, because she was scared, because he made her dizzy and nervous and needy, and she didn't want to end up giving him everything and getting nothing in return.

"Andrea?" he questioned. "What are you thinking?"

"That we need to stop this."

"Enjoying each other?"

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