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Only then do I allow myself to put my hands on her. Clutching her hips, I pull her back to me. “Where you going?”

“I’m going to grab towels so we can get to the orgasm part.” She says it like it’s obvious. Like she can’t imagine I’d want anything more than that.

And hell yeah, I want to taste her orgasm on my lips. But that’s not all I want. And if I don’t slow us down, I’ll never get a shot at what I’ve been dreaming of.

Fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her hips, I hold her in place. “Slow down, dream girl. We’ll get there, but there’s no way I’m rushing this.”

She frowns. “Rushing what?”

I lick my lips, my focus locked on hers. “Our first kiss.”

A crease forms between her eyebrows. “You act like this means something, Playboy, when we both know that nights like this are a dime a dozen for you.” As she says it, she straddles my hips and rolls her sweet body against mine. I’d say it was a taunt, only the way she clings to my arms, then rubs her hands down my pecs makes me think she can’t help but touch me. It’s been like that all night. For both of us. There’s this pull between us. This magnetism that I’ve only experienced with her and have never been able to ignore. I’m certainly not going to start now.

“And what if it does mean something?”

“It doesn’t.” She lifts her chin, eyes narrowed.

“What if you’re wrong? What if we look back on tonight and realize it was the first of many nights? What if?—”

“Daniel…” Her tone is dripping with confusion, but it hits me then that I’m not sure she’s ever actually used my name. Fuck, do I like it.

Arms tight around her waist, I hug her to me, relishing the electricity coursing from her body to mine and back again. “I’ve never had a night like this before because I’ve never had my actual dream girl straddling me. So give me a sec to enjoy this. And fuck, Hannah, just let me kiss you.”

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HANNAH

“I’ve never hada night like this before because I’ve never had my actual dream girl straddling me. So give me a sec to enjoy this. And fuck, Hannah, just let me kiss you.”

All the air leaves me in one whoosh. Why is he like this? Why is he saying all the things and making my belly do the thing it never does? I want an orgasm. Fast and dirty. Hall should be the perfect person for the job. He’s young, hot, and in incredible shape. He fucks regularly and without shame.

This should be easy.

But he’s making it anything but.

And yet…my heart can’t help but stumble over itself when his face softens as he pleads with me. The smooth hue of his brown eyes is just decadent enough to make me want to give in. And it’s impossible not to revel in the way he touches me. He strums the backs of his knuckles against my sides, like he’s warming me up, stirring my insides until I’m one melty, gooey puddle.

I want to kiss him. And I want it to mean something.

What the fuck is that about?

“You’re smooth, Daniel Hall. I’ll give that to you.”

I inch closer, but when he doesn’t so much as smile at my nonchalance, at the teasing tone I force, I suck in a breath.

Because rather than break into a devilish grin like I expect, he holds my gaze, his focus steadfast on the moment.

The moment he says could potentially mean something.

If it did, it would be one for the books. A starry night. The perfect view of the mountains. Nothing but the sounds of the bubbling water around us and our hearts beating wildly. If one were to write a perfect first kiss, it would absolutely begin with a beautiful man waxing poetic about it in a setting like this.

I’d read it.

He’s silent as he watches me, his hands on my thighs now.

My lips tingle under his intense gaze, my heart skipping again.

We shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be falling for the allure of the moment. There are a multitude of reasons why this can’t go past tonight. Why it won’t.

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