“No,” I said. “I know you hate that, I wouldn’t have said it.”
The corner of Iggy’s lips twitched into what could almost have been a smile for a fleeting half-second.
“I feel like an idiot,” he murmured after a while, nose still pink at the tip, but hands starting to warm up.
“Well, you look good in the coat,” I said. “The navy blue is definitely your color. Brings out your eyes.”
Iggy grunted.
“Think about what Liam just saw,” I tried, determined to cheer him up. I’d never liked seeing Iggy sad, not for anything.
“That I’m too stupid to bring a coat?”
I shook my head. “That your charming, handsome, caring fiancé just bundled you up in his coat because he doesn’t want you to be cold.”
“Charming, handsome,andcaring,” Iggy said, the smile from earlier making a reappearance. “I’m a lucky guy.”
“Don’t forget it,” I murmured, smiling back.
My stomach swooped as I realized what I was about to do, what Iwantedto do.
I couldn’t hold back on kissing him any longer. There was nothing I’d ever wanted more in my life.
Iggy’s cheek was still cold under my palm when I touched it, and I watched his eyes widen in surprise.
He was beautiful.
He’d always been beautiful to me.
“Can I?” I asked, barely above a whisper.
Iggy’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, but then he nodded. My heart took off like a hot air balloon in a gale, and I had to surge forward to catch it, mouth finally crashing into Iggy’s.
The entire rest of the world melted away as soon as I made contact, a rush of heat and need welling up in the pit of my stomach.
Oh fuck. Oh deargodthis felt good.
Iggy’s mouth was the only part of him that felt warm to the touch, lips soft and parted and peach-flavored, just like I’d imagined.
I pressed closer, nipping at his bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth, drinking down a needy sound that curled around my heart and then slid down to the pit of my stomach, a glowing ember of arousal.
Kissing Iggy was instantly my new favorite thing.
“Now he’s gonna see your sweet, sexy fiancé kissing you like you’re his whole world,” I murmured against Iggy’s lips. Right now, in this moment, Iggywasmy whole world, just like he had been when we were little.
There didn’tneedto be anything outside of Otter Bay. There didn’t need to be anything outside of the two of us, and all the places we were touching.
Iggy was still looking up at me with wide eyes.
“Tell me you still want this,” I said, voice rough with hope and fear. What if I’d lost my chance? What if I’d already blown the one shot I was ever getting to have Iggy the way I wanted him?
I wasn’t teasing anymore. I couldn’t.
I wanted to hear that Iggy couldn’t stop thinking about me the way I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Iggy surged forward, still-cold fingers curling around the back of my neck, the taste of peaches bursting over my tongue again as he pressed closer.
All I could think of was that summer afternoon we’d raided the neighbor’s peach tree and ran down to the beach, sitting in the shade and laughing the entire time as we feasted on our stolen spoils. The way Iggy’s eyes had glittered, the way his lips had glistened, soft and supple and kissable.
