Page 113 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

His eyes grow, along with his grin. “That’s it? You’re not going to fight me on this?”

I chuckle. “Do youwantme to fight you on this?”

He hesitates for a moment, and then says, “No.”

“Good. Then take the win and just kiss me already.”

He laughs.

Then he’s cupping my face with his hand, taking a fistful of my wet hair and claiming my mouth without a moment’s hesitation.

I melt into him, gasping when he pulls on my hair just a tad to angle my head backward. My lips part automatically, and he groans, sweeping his tongue across the seam of my mouth before sliding it inside to taste mine.

This feels different than the last time I kissed him. Because I know I’m not going to have to stop this from going too far. Now that we’re dating, Iwantit to go too far.

And suddenly, I’m not just a girl kissing her crush. I’m a girl kissing her man. Because TJ’s my boyfriend. I won’t feel bad if I sleep with him. Or worry about him not calling me the next day.

We. Are. Dating.

It’s not sinking in.

I bring my hand to his face and then press my breasts flush to his body as our tongues tangle together. I’m tempted to give him a taste of his own medicine when my hands travel to his scalp, and I pull the hair on the back of his head. Hard.

A groan of irritation and desire slips from his throat, but he doesn’t seem to appreciate me trying to assert dominance over him because he ends the kiss just long enough to take hold of my wrist and use it to pull me on top of him in the hot tub.

His big hands fall to my waist as soon as he has me straddling him, and he presses me down onto his cock, which is already impossibly hard beneath me. His fingers grip my hip bones so tight I couldn’t move off him even if I tried,our bodies glued together. Then, his lips are back on mine, his tongue seeking entrance into my mouth. I grant him access in a heartbeat, opening up for him and moaning when his tongue darts out to taste mine again.

I only realize that I’m rocking against his cock when a guttural sound escapes him and his hands slink from my hips to the inside of my bikini bottoms. The pads of his thumbs reach downward a few inches, and I know he’s using up most of his self-control. It won’t be long before his resolve snaps and he’s fucking me bare in a hot tub.

“Fuck, baby, I… You need to stop those sexy little hip rolls unless you want me to pull your bathing suit to the side and shove my cock inside you.”

Oh, God, I want him to.

But this isn’t the right place. I don’t want our friends to come outside and see me riding him in Chance’s hot tub.

I separate from him. “Not here. Somewhere private.”

“Where?” he asks, his hands leaving my waist to explore every inch of my stomach.

He has me in a chokehold. With the way he’s running his hands all over my body… just waiting until he can tear that bikini off me.

It’s hard to make sense of my own thoughts when he’s touching me like this, but I still manage to think clearly long enough to say, “Not inside. They’ll hear us. I want to be as loud as I can when you fuck me.”

His eyes flare. Then, he lunges forward to plaster my neck with hot, slow kisses. They start delicate and gentle but eventually evolve into bruising, nearly painful love bites.

My head falls back as he licks, tastes, and teases my skin, and I close my eyes, only opening them when his teeth dig into my collarbone, definitely marking me with a souvenir.

“More,” I whine as he bands his hand around the back of my neck and holds me in place to finish his masterpiece.

That’s when I see them.

The stars.

In this position, with my eyes riveted on the night sky, I can see a million stars staring back at us.

It all clicks for me.

“We can use the observatory.” I think out loud.

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