Page 56 of Bad Behavior

Jameson steps back, wrapping his arms across his bare chest. “No. I feel like… Fuck. I feel lucky that you… that I got to…”

I grin wickedly. “Pop my cherry? I hear that’s what the kids are saying these days, grandpa.”

He gives me a long look. “You know that it’s not about that. But there are like a million reasons why we shouldn’t fuck again.”

“Really?” I say, stepping closer. I reach out and smooth my hand over his chest, looking up at him. I can feel his heartbeat. “When I touch you, I can’t think of a single one.”

He catches my hand against his chest, holding it tightly. He’s got a look in his eyes, like an admission of guilt. “It is easy to forget when we’re this close.”

I push up onto my tiptoes, brushing my lips against his. He makes a low noise in his throat, his hand coming up to cradle the back of my head as his mouth descends upon mine. I part my lips, allowing him greater access. He controls the kiss, his tongue playing with mine. He grips my hair and pulls my head to the side, sucking on a spot on my neck.

When I whimper, trying to wrap my hands in his wetsuit, he makes an anguished sound and pushes me back a step.

“No. This is such a bad idea,” he says, a little out of breath. He looks down at me with pleading eyes. “Wasn’t one night enough?”

I answer as honestly as I know how. “Not for me, no. Was one night all you needed?”

Jameson’s expression is just… angry and lost, at the same time.

“It will have to be,” he says. He picks up his surf board and starts heading back toward the parking lot.

“Wait!” I call.

He slows, then turns. “What?”

“I… I’m sorry,” I say. The apology sounds lame though, probably because I’m not sorry at all.

He stares at me for a second with those brown-black eyes. “I just… I need some time, Emma. I need to get my head straight, and I can’t do that with you close by.”

Then he turns and trudges off again, leaving me standing on the beach, watching him go.

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