“Nope,” she answers.
“By anyone?”
She shakes her head with a smile.
“Not even with a closed mouth?” I ask.
“Not even a peck,” she says, and I can’t imagine such a thing. While I’m attempting to wrap my brain around it, she curls a finger in acome heremotion.
“Come in,” she calls over to me. “It feels amazing. You didn’t tell me the water feels this amazing.”
“I’m in my clothes,” I tell her. As if that would stop me. As if anything in the world could come between me and the siren in the water. Harper has always been magnetic to me, but as she put it, it’s been off limits.
Off limits because she is almost fifteen years younger than me.
Off limits because she is my best friend’s sister.
Off limits because she was in a relationship and I won’t be a part of infidelity.
One of those things is no longer an issue. The other two could be our little secret.
I hop in the pool and let myself sink for a moment, opening my eyes in the crystal blue water. Harper is in front of me, her eyes watching mine, tiny bubbles of air rising from her smile to the surface, her hair dancing in slow motion like ribbons suspended in the air.
Together, we swim to the top, and when we do, she is close enough to touch. Close enough to taste. Close enough to kiss…
So I do.
My mouth covers hers. Soft. Hot. Wet. Sweet.
Her lips part and I run the tip of my tongue along her bottom lip. Then I clip her chin in my fingers and press my lips harder to hers for a moment before pulling back.
Her eyes search mine for a moment before she asks, “Why did you do that?”
“Because your first kiss should come from a man who isn’t an ass,” I answer bluntly.
Her lips tip in a mischievous smirk. “You kidnapped me from my wedding and have been holding me hostage ever since.”
“Okay, a man who isn’t acompleteass,” I say, and she laughs.
Then I kiss her again.
Chapter 10
Harper
Iwasn’t expecting him to kiss me.
Even though I thought he might. Even though the tension was there, I’d never experienced that before. It felt like something warm, wet, and solid in the air. A chemical humidity that made me question if I’d ever flirted before that moment or been flirted with. I am starting to think the answer is no.
I was luring him in, like bait on a hook, using tricks I’d read in books and things that Asher naturally pulled out of me. I slowly pulled him closer until he had no choice but to kiss me.
And it was worth it.
It was everything I hoped it would be.
For anyone who has yet to be kissed and is anxious at a young age to make it happen, I highly recommend waiting until you can kiss a seasoned man because, holy hell, is it worth the wait. No awkwardness. No nose bumping, no teeth scratching, no mistakes.
Just soft, warm, sweet, Sex on the Beach on our tongues, ecstasy.
