Page 62 of Take 2
I narrow my eyes and stand. “You’re not trying to brush this off again, are you?”
“No, I—”
“Because the mixed signals are really—”
“We’re covered in sand, salt, and sweat,” he says.
“So?”
“So, I want it to be perfect!”
My anxiety puffs out on a breath. “You can’t script this. You know I’m not interested in perfect. What happened when we kissed and it was too perfect?”
“I pushed you off the boat because you complained about it.”
“Which was possibly my favorite part.”
“Thought you were pissed about that?”
“I’m full of shit, and you know it.”
His smile is more tentative than I’m used to. “It’s because it’s you.”
I close the distance between us and slide my hand up his chest to his neck. “Please stop trying to write this. Just live it.”
“You want me to stop overthinking?”
“Yes, please.”
“Just do what comes naturally?”
“Yes.”
“You’re sure?”
I plant both hands on my hips. “Oh, for fuck’s sa—”
His lips crush mine. He lifts me off the floor so fast my breath hitches, and my legs are wrapped around him before I’m even aware he moved away from the dresser. He grips my ass like it’s the only thing tethering him to the world. His hair isn’t as silky after hours at the beach, but tugging on it as our mouths and tongues make up for lost time is everything.
The bed bounces when I hit it. Preston’s weight pushes me into the comforter. The dam has finally burst, and a flash flood has never felt so good.
A whimper tickles the back of my throat as he squeezes my boob through my dress and bikini.
“Do you know how hard it was not to jump you at the beach?” He softens his grip and brushes the fabric over my nipple.
“I didn't seem too desperate?” I fumble for the strap behind my neck.
He pulls himself up on his knees, straddling me to unfasten the top couple of buttons of my dress. “Made you seem sexy as fuck.” Our joint efforts allow him to uncover my breasts, and he takes one of my nipples into his mouth.
I drop my head back as he sucks and teases me. My hips grind against his erection, and I shudder.
The gentle scrape of his teeth against that sensitive skin sets me on fire. “You were being such a brat.” His voice is heady. Brattiness was fun, and now it’s locked in as a brilliant tactic.
“Mhmm.”
A trail blazes along my skin as he kisses, licks, and nibbles his way back to my mouth. Every nerve in my body shoots off like fireworks on the Fourth of July. “Don’t you think I’m going to make you pay for that?” He pinches my nipple just long enough to make me gasp, then rubs it with his thumb.
“No.” I hold his gaze. “I don’t think you are.”
