I turned to face her fully. “Juniper. I came in my swim shorts.”
She choked on her water. Finally,finally, a crack in the armor. “You —what?!”
“Youknowwhat!” I hissed, voice low. “You climbed on top of me and did the single dirtiest thing that’s ever happened to me in a public body of water — maybe ever — and now I have to sit here and try to make small talk with actors and producers like I’m not slowly dying inside!”
She was trying so hard not to laugh.Trying. And failing. “Oh my god,” she said, breathless. “It’s actually really cute that you think I’m so naïve that I don’t know awhimperingorgasm when I see one.”
“You knew?”
“OfcourseI knew, you idiot.” But she was grinning. Ear to ear.Shit-eatinggrinning.
It was fucking dazzling.
“Ansel,” her voice came low, sharp. A total contrast to the teasing lithe from moments earlier. I turned, finding her eyes glued to me. “Kiss me.”
“What? June, no, we just?—”
“Devon Miles is looking at us, cowboy.”
“His name is Miles Dev?—”
Her lips were on mine before I could finish correcting her. Her fingers curled into my jaw, cementing my mouth against hers. She was moving in front of me, raising up on her knees so that she was positioned above me.
My hands moved of their own accord, one wrapping around her waist, pulling her flush against my chest. The other snaked upher back. I teasingly snapped the back strap of her bathing suit, which drew a little gasp from her.
Shit.
I could survive on that sound alone.
But my hand continued moving, tangling in her ratty curls, tugging gently.
We’d shared a kiss before, but that was months ago. There was more between us now. There’d been awkward coffee not-dates. Text messages.An orgasm.
This was heavenly. Euphoric.
Life-changing.
My tongue pressed against her bottom lip,beggingfor more of her. I felt her grin against me, shaking her head just enough to deny me.
That set my blood onfire.
“Juniper…” I growled against her lips, kissing the length of her jaw, over to her pulse point.
She pulled away, untangling herself from my grip, grinning larger still.
I rested my forehead against hers. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” I murmured, releasing her hair and brushing the pad of my thumb along her cheekbones.
“It’s a weird look for friends, that's for sure.”
CHAPTER 21
Juniper’s wet hair was sticking to her neck. I couldn’t look at it. I couldn’t look at her at all, really.
She was sitting in the passenger seat like a damn saint. Legs crossed, arms folded over her chest, like we hadn’t —
Jesus.
I shifted in my seat and tried to focus on the road. The seatbelt was pressing right against the wet spot in my shorts and I was never going to know peace again.
