“Holy shit,” Clay says, stopping in his tracks. “The power of that thing.”
The waterfalls thunders, filling the air with cool moisture.
“It’s even bigger than I remember,” I say.
Clay turns to me. With Niagara Falls roaring around us, he places his hand on my cheek and comes closer.
I tilt my head up, and he meets me in a kiss.
We start slow, my tongue tasting the edge of his lips, his hand dragging down to my chest. Clay hitches me to him, kissing me deeper. His tongue enters my mouth, and when his hand slips into my back pocket again, I let out a surprised laugh.
He dips me back, taking me fully in his strength, and growls under his breath.
When we finally pull away, it takes me a second to catch my breath.
“Now I know how it makes me feel to touch you in public.”
“How does it feel?” I ask.
“Proud.”
Something blooms inside me.
“I can’t afford one of these fancy hotels, but I can get us a decent one for a cheap price on the outside of town. How’s that sound?”
I kiss him again, throwing my arms around his shoulders as the romance of the moment catches up with me. “Yes,” I tell him. “Take me to the hotel.”
