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“You do?”
“Yes, they were the first thing I noticed about you.” The conversation feels

intimate like we were an actual couple. I feel us getting closer in minute increments.
“Sanya, you know what else would help my state of mind?” She tilts her head
inquisitively.
“If you’re thinking something, just say it.”
I look deep into her brown eyes, hoping she gets the message. I’m willing to
blow off the rest of the day and take her back to the room if she says what I want

to hear. She looks up as if contemplating her response.
“Well, my annoying ex seems to think I’m still fair game because we haven’t
kissed. Do you think he’ll leave us alone if we kiss?”
“Maybe,” I agree liking where this conversation is going. “I thought we weren’t
using titles this weekend.” I move my face closer anyway.
Sanya licks her lips as she studies mine. “We aren’t, but I don’t think it would
hurt to do a little…research.”

I move in, only a breath away from her lips. “Bottom line me, Sanya.”
She looks at me; her eyes are full of desire and all the things I wish she would
say to me. I hold my breath. I don’t want to miss a beat.
“Kiss me.”
I don’t give her time to change her mind. I’m energized the moment our lips

touch. I’m usually not this desperate for a kiss, but these things don’t come easy
from Sanya. Her lips are soft, plush, and far more delectable than I’d dreamed. She
moans against me, and I’m electrified.
Sanya hadn’t specified what kind of kiss; I take full advantage. I slant my
mouth and slide my tongue between her lips. She opens her mouth without
hesitation; our tongues touch, and shit gets real. She tastes sweet like the cherry
lemonade I’d bought her. I want to live in this kiss. My desperate mouth takes in
every detail. I suck on her tongue, kissing her dirty. I don’t have time for polite
kisses. I kiss her like it’s the only kiss I’ll ever get. Her grip tightens around my neck,
her fingers play with my hair. I groan into her mouth while pulling her closer. I
don’t want anything between us. I want the water to flow around us as a unit. I put
every carnal frustration I feel into our kiss. I want my kiss to elicit vivid imagery of
everything I plan to do to her body.