“I should go.” I start to rise, but he moves faster, catching my wrist.
“Don’t run.” His thumb strokes over my pulse point. “Not again.”
“I’m not running. I’m getting sleepy.”
“Liar.”
He tugs on my arm, and I stumble forward, catching myself with my hands on his chest. Big mistake. Huge. His skin is hot and slick from the water, muscles firm under my palms.
“I want to kiss you.” He’s so close I can see droplets of water clinging to his eyelashes. “Taste the sweetness between your pretty thighs.”
“Enrick, please.”
“Tell me what you want.” His hands settle on my waist, thumbs stroking the bare skin above my bikini bottoms. “I remember the sounds you made. The way you taste. How you dug your nails into my back every time you came.”
“Stop.” But I don’t move away. Can’t move away. My body has overridden my brain’s executive function.
“I remember how you rode me,” he continues, voice rough. “How you threw your head back and took what you wanted. How you took my dick in your mouth.”
A whimper escapes before I can stop it. He groans in response, hands tightening on my waist.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” he challenges. “Tell me to stop, and I will. But don’t lie to both of us by pretending you don’t want me.”
I should climb out of this hot tub and go back to my bedroom. Should remember all the reasons this is a terrible idea.
Instead, I hook my hand behind his neck, lean in, and kiss him hard.
Snow Globe Kiss
Enrick
She’s kissing me.
Desiree is kissing me, and every circuit in my brain shorts out except the ones screaming finally, finally, finally.
Her lips are soft and demanding, her tongue sliding against mine like she’s trying to reclaim something she lost. Or maybe punish me for making her want this. Either way, I’m here for it. My hands tighten on her waist, pulling her fully against me until she’s straddling my lap in the hot water.
Around us, fat snowflakes drift down, melting instantly in the steam rising from the water. String lights wrapped around the deck railing cast red and green reflections on the churning surface. It’s like kissing her inside a snow globe.
Fuck.
This is better than my memory. Better than the dreams that have haunted me for six years. She tastes like hot chocolate and peppermint, and when she rocks against me, I groan into her mouth.
“Dez—”
“Don’t talk,” she breathes against my lips. “Don’t make me think about why this is a bad idea.”
I should be noble and slow things down. Make sure she really wants this. Instead, I slide my hands up her back, finding the tie of her bikini top.
“Enrick!” Gina’s voice carries from the intercom. “Kids want to know if you’re doing s’mores!”
Desiree jerks back as if she’s been electrocuted, scrambling off my lap so fast she creates a tidal wave. “Oh my God.”
“Dez, wait—”
But she’s already climbing out of the hot tub, grabbing her robe and donning it quickly. “That didn’t happen.”
“Pretty sure it did.” I run a hand through my wet hair, trying to calm my racing heart. Among other things. “And I’m pretty sure we need to do it again.”
