Page 75 of You Kissed Me First

He pulls me closer, kissing my cheek before brushing his lips against mine. “Yes. I still want to do it though.”

A small smile finds its way on my face, but I try to smother it. After a moment, I roll my eyes.

“Go get a shower. We should go get breakfast before we head off the ship.”

Leaning down, he kisses, then nips at the mark on my neck.

I squeal, smacking him.

“So. Fucking. Hot.”

He heads into the bathroom, leaving me a mess.

What is this guy doing to me?

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I feel like today is a game of foreplay.

Who can turn the other one on more?

So far, I think I’m losing.

Dominic has been even more attentive than he ever has before. I would assume it’s a game, but we never saw the others this morning. I guess they all had a shore excursion planned so they left early.

Dominic has been kissing me and touching me all day. Little caresses to keep me on my toes. I dressed in a sundress today, but I’m thinking that was a bad idea. His hand has found its way underneath to palm my ass more than once.

So far we have walked around some town center and gotten to see some of the natural beauty that is Curaçao. It’s been nice.

I’ve also learned that while most of the residents speak English, it is not their first language. I have no idea what their native tongue is, but it’s beautiful.

“Where do you want to head next? We still have a couple of hours before we have to be back on the ship.”

Glancing over at Dominic, my body heats again.

He is so handsome.

Today he dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a snug T-shirt. Something about it makes him look alluring.

“My eyes are up here, baby doll.”

I snap my eyes to his. It’s been like this all day. It’s as if all I can think about is his body.

I want to go back to the room.

Instead, I think about what I overheard some of the other tourists talking about at the local market.

“How about we try Glory Hills? I heard one of the tourists back there saying it was a beautiful plant nursery.”

He looks skeptical. “Are you sure that was here? I haven’t seen or heard anything about it.”

“I swear. They were talking about it. Want to go back and find them to ask?”

He chuckles. “Sure. Let’s stalk some tourists. We won’t end up in jail or anything.”

“We might not. Curaçao has their own laws. Who knows if stalking is illegal?”

He shakes his head. “Fine. Let’s grab a taxi. If they have no idea what we are talking about, then we can have him take us to their famous mall or whatever.”

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