“It’s better than some,” I come up with at last.
He eyes me skeptically. “Ja. It will get you drunk, which I guess is what counts.”
I study him. “Are you? Drunk, I mean.”
He turns to stare stonily out at the waves. “Maybe.” He squints. “I’m on vacation. I almost never get to relax.”
He sounds defensive. I shrug my shoulders.
“I’m not judging. I was just curious. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drunk.”
He looks at me again, screwing his handsome face up. “Ja, okay.”
When he offers me the bottle again, I shake my head. “No. I like champagne, not whiskey.”
He lifts a shoulder. “Suit yourself.” Tipping his head back, he drinks.
I watch his neck as he gulps the liquor down. I notice his lips then, looking plump and perfectly kissable. Licking my own lips, I let my gaze wander down his body. His arms are both bare and impressively muscular. I can see the definition of his abs in his tight white t-shirt.
Before I realize it, words are leaving my mouth. “I changed my mind. I want some.”
Erik raises his brow. “All right.”
He takes a step toward me, handing me the bottle. I let the bottle drop to the ground, putting my arms around his neck. He gives me a startled look.
“Wait— “
I am too close to finding out what his lips taste like to stop now. I push up on my tiptoes and press my mouth against his, hesitating once my lips touch his. He seems frozen for a second, his brain taking a moment to catch up to reality. His eyes sink closed.
Then his hands find my lower back, drawing me against the firmness of his body. At the same time Erik deepens the kiss. No more peck on the mouth; his kiss is rough and dominant, his lips working against mine.
I open my mouth to him and he takes every inch I give him, sweeping his tongue inside my mouth like a man staking his claim on uncharted territory for the very first time.
A rugged rumble leaves his chest. If I weren’t kissing him, I would have missed it. But it spurs me on, makes my hands spear into the back of his short blond hair.
That’s all it takes to make him push me back a step. His eyes fly open, shocked.
“Fuck,” he says. “Oh, fuck. That… that should not have happened.”
My cheeks go pink. “Erik?— “
He shakes his head, cutting me off. “No no no. That… I mean, you’re barely eighteen! You’re my best friend’s baby sister.”
I shrug. “So?”
He looks horrified. “So? So, your brother will kill me if he ever finds out. It doesn’t matter that I’m drunk…”
I bite my lower lip, looking at him. “I won’t tell. It’ll be just between us.”
Erik shakes his head. “This is bad. This… this can’t happen again.”
And with that, he picks up the whiskey bottle and starts running back to our beach house. I stare after him, touching my still-warm lips with my fingers.
Despite everything that Erik just said, my lips still curve upward.
He may think that he can resist me. But I haven’t even tried anything yet. Not really.
I stand amongst the sand dunes, as the moon comes out to light the night with its soft glow, and make a silent resolution to myself.
Erik will be the one to take my virginity. I just have to convince him that he wants to fuck me as badly as I want him.
A smile plays on my lips. It shouldn’t be that hard.
Shivering against the breeze, I stroll back toward the house, plotting my next move.
