Page 107 of Summer Ever After
His reaction is instant. Blazing lips on mine. Warm hands roaming like he can’t find a way to hold me that satisfies his need. Our lips move passionately together, discovering that feeling that makes falling in love so incredible.
Our first kiss was a jolt of electricity, scorching me from the inside out. It zapped me with fire, like a seventeen-hundred-watt microwave on full power. But this kiss is a slow cooker, deliberate and sultry, filling me with sweltering heat that grows hotter and hotter the longer we go. I’m onlow, cooking for four to six hours and loving every second of it.
His lips coax mine, initiating a rhythm so intentional it’s devastating to my soul. Whatever finesse or grace I started with has long since melted away. I’m reactive now—matching everything he offers.
The fireworks increase in intensity and frequency, popping into the sky one after another as the finale lights up the island. I sense the glow and colors behind my closed eyelids, but neither of us breaks apart until the crackling stops and the cheers from the beach carry to us.
Any second, droves of people will be here, flocking to their golf carts or rushing to get on the first ferry back to the mainland.
I may have kissed Walker Collins for twenty-five minutes—I know because there was a lengthy discussion at work about how long we should make the fireworks show—but I don’t want anyone else on this island to know that, especially his sister. She’d be so disappointed in how weak I am.
The cutest, awestruck smile covers Walker’s mouth. “That was…”
“I know.” I blush, laughing with him.
“Jane?” My two-way radio goes off. “Be sure to kill the microphone and speakers before some little kid messes with them.”
I lift the walkie-talkie to my mouth, keeping my gaze on Walker’s smile. “I’m on it.”
“Sounds like you need to go.” He steps back just as a group of people round the corner.
My eyes flip to them, checking for Capri. A small twinge of guilt springs inside my chest. I promised her I would cool things between us, but instead, I did the opposite.
“Yeah, I probably need to go.” I slip past Walker.
“Don’t be a stranger, Jane.”
“I won’t.” I turn back to him with a big smile that matches his.
Some kind of something is happening between us.
It’s exciting and magical and better than anything I’ve read or seen in fictional romance.
Walker
I grabthe shirt I left on the kitchen table before my morning run and wipe the sweat dripping down my face. Then I pick up my phone.
No notifications.
No new texts.
“Where are you, Jane?”
Looks like I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands.
Walker
Are you awake?
A few seconds pass before a reply pops up.
Jane
I’m still in bed but awake.
Walker
What time did you get home last night?
