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“You should probably kiss me,” her voice comes out so quietly, I’m half convinced I imagined it.Did I imagine it?“I mean, it’s a good idea,” she continues. “Well, maybe not—but, yes—no—” as she stumbles over her words to explain it away, I realize shedidsay it.She told me to kiss her.“It’s just that everyone knows we’re—thinkswe’re dating—eventually it’ll happen, and I think it’s better—”

With a light grip under her chin, I tilt her face up to meet mine, halting her rambling. I’ll never understand how we went from her asking about my pinup tattoo to asking me to kiss her, but I’ll just take it as further proof I’m a lucky motherfucker.

“I think it’s a great idea,” I speak into the quiet between us, drawing her in until my lips find hers. Sadie is sunshine, and herkiss is just as bright and warm as the rest of her—lighting a fire inside me.

She was trying to make the excuse that we should kiss once before we have to do it in front of anyone else.But this is not some trial run.This is me finally taking the chance to rain affection on the girl of my dreams. Drawing her closer with a hand at her low back, my tongue meets the first taste of hers.

I keep thinking she’ll pull back, say it’s enough, but she doesn’t. Instead, a quiet moan passes her lips as she rolls her body against mine and digs her fingernails into my shoulders. Her lips and tongue move in tandem with mine, as hungry for me as I’ve been for her.

I’ve passed up a dozen opportunities to kiss her—times I could have gotten away with it in front of other people with the excuse that we’re supposed to look like we’re dating. But that wouldn’t have been right. She deserves better.

Needing to feel more of her, I grip her lush hips and slide her gorgeous body over mine until she’s straddling me. The motion breaks our kiss, but we’re both leaning in for more without a second thought. Her lips are even softer than they looked, and she tastes even sweeter than I expected.I could drink her up all night.

Letting my hands slide from her thighs to revel in the curves of her ass, I use the hold to line her up over my rigid cock. By now, the blanket has slid down so that only the thin fabric of her panties and my pajamas separate me from her heat. Rocking against her, I sink my teeth into her lower lip.

She cries out softly into my mouth, and I am done for. “Cam,” she gasps, pulling back and panting for breath through swollen lips.

My chest rises and falls as I search her face. She can’t possibly think this is only a test to make sure we aren’t awkward when we have to kiss in front of our friends.She can’t.

Everything else with us could be questioned, but this moment is real.

After a few seconds, her lips tip into a sly smile I’ve never seen on her before. She braces herself with hands on my chest, and my cock throbs when she nibbles her bottom lip and rocks herself against me in a long hard stroke.I knew she’d be amazing like this.She rocks against me again—once, twice, then picks up a slow, sensual, teasing rhythm.

Breathing out a curse, I dig my fingertips into the plump skin of her ass and pull her down more firmly against me as she continues. I watch her—in awe that this woman is doing this withme. “You should probably kiss me,” I repeat her words from before.

Her movements still.

Fuck.

“This is um—I should probably—we probably shouldn’t,” she’s back to rambling excuses. I hate that she’s pulled away, but more than that I hate that she’s feeling anxious.

Releasing my hold on her, I bring my arms back to cross behind my head.

Another gasp escapes her as she’s removing herself from my lap, this one much less delicious than the last.

Looking down, I see that her movements have drawn my pants down, exposing the tip of my cock and the tattoo above it on my upper pelvis.Ride It Like You Stole It. I drop my hand to fix the waistband, discovering she’s also wet enough to leave a damp spot behind. Not sure—and honestly not caring—which of those three things had her gasping, I say, “You’re welcome to anytime.”

Chapter 14

Sadie

Learn how to take a compliment –from Sadie’s list of things she’s never done

“Why are you the cutest person who’s ever lived?” Allie asks when I step into Devon’s backyard, wearing my peach-colored '90s cut bikini and a wide-brimmed Panama hat.

“Stop it, I am not.” I wave away the comment, sitting down next to her, Bea, and Devon, who are all sitting around the corner of the pool, letting their legs sink into the cool water.

“You are quite adorable,” Devon adds.

“I am not—” I begin to protest again, but then I remember what I’m supposed to be focusing on today.If people want to say nice things about me, why shouldn’t I let them?I’m lucky to have friends who say such lovely things. Even though my hair is too short for it, I make a motion like I’m flipping it over my shoulder. “Okay, Iamadorable.”

Bea dips her oversized sunglasses down her nose. “You’re even cuter when you accept compliments,” she adds.

Did she just compliment my ability to take a compliment? Surely, I’m allowed to deny that. Right?

Before I can object, Cam, Luke, Rhett, and all three dogs emerge from the brand-new house. It’s a modern design dream,built on a stunning desert property between Palm Springs and Joshua Tree that Devon and Rhett built together. They just finished construction, and we’re all staying with them for the weekend to celebrate.

When the guys approach us, Betty follows close behind, plopping onto the shaded concrete near Allie, while Dandy and Spaghetti chase each other around the yard.

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