Page 38 of Promise Not To Fall

Thinking I need to play hard to get, I know I can’t have all the cherries in his cup, can I?

The correct answer is no. I can’t.

So I smile and wink, using some of his own flirty gestures on him. “Guess you’ll have to see, Island Boy.”

Licking his lips slowly, he studies me for a beat and then swallows, the muscles in his neck moving. I watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. “I bet I could convince you to,” he goads, his eyes twinkling with a boyish mischief.

“How so?” My voice shakes, a little more than I want it to.

That’s when he leans forward—in front of the entire bar crawling with patrons and his dad—and pulls my face to his, smothering my words. This kiss is nothing like the ones I’d experienced last night. Nope.

This one is full of intent, passion, and promise. Hell, it’s damn near as hot as that drink he set on fire last night and I burnt my lips on.

I’m dying, scrambling for meaning, and desperately fighting off the sudden urge to crawl on the bar and spread my legs in front of everyone like a porno version of the movieCocktail.

This kiss though, it’s slow, thoughtful, and sends shivers of hunger throughout my entire body. I’ve never understood the expression, he makes me wet, because that doesn’t happen to ladies. But you know, I take it back. I get it now, and sadly, the sudden dampness of my panties is a dead giveaway.

And then, just as I contemplate crawling on the bar like some kind of uncaged animal searching for the kill, Jake draws back and fucking grins. “See you later?” He draws his bottom lip in slowly, licking the wetness from his lips.

“Maybe.” Maybe, my ass, but I have to recover some of my dignity after that soul-scorching kiss!

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