As soon as my fingers wound into his hair, his hands were on me.
He gripped my waist and he pulled me tightly against him, one hand coming up to cup my face.
The kiss was far from soft and restrained. It was like a dam had broken, and everything was rushing out, impossible to stop.
His lips were warm—so incredibly warm. And the urgency in the way his mouth moved against mine was exactly the speed and insistence I craved.
A guttural sound came from his throat, and his hand tightened on my hipbone, sending electric shocks through my body.
I shivered and pressed myself closer to him. I didn’t care that my shirt was getting soaked from being pressed up against him.
His fingers tightened in the hair at the base of my neck, and he tilted my head further so he could deepen the kiss,his tongue meeting mine in a dance that somehow we both seemed to know.
He only stopped to move his lips to my neck, pressing fervent kisses to my throat. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you like this.”
My head tilted to the side, giving him more access. Colors, poetry, and sensations akin to fireworks flared behind my eyes, in my mind, across my skin…through my blood. The little tingles rippling across my skin were positively addictive, and I never wanted them to end.
“Please, don’t stop,” I said breathlessly, my cheeks flushing when I realized I’d said it out loud.
He gave a low chuckle and pressed a few more kisses across the sensitive skin of my throat, his arms encircling my waist now.
“No hace falta que supliques.”
Suddenly, he lifted me, and my toes left the wooden planks of the dock. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, my eyes popping open in shock. I pulled back, my arms moving to drape around his shoulders, surprised by how easily he lifted me.
“What are you doing?”
“I think we might need to take a swim.”
“What?” I panicked, my eyes widening in alarm. “No way.”
He grinned, looking far too pleased with himself after that kiss.
“Come on, are you scared of a little water?”
My eyes narrowed. “I’m not scared, it’s just?—”
“What?” he asked, waiting for a good excuse.
“Cold.”
He threw his head back and a hearty laugh escaped him. “I’ll keep you warm. I promise.”
AndI couldn’t possibly refuse him. I was feeling so amazing, he could’ve convinced me to go skydiving.
“Okay—but?—”
I didn’t get a second to reconsider. He was already walking me to the edge, pausing only for a brief moment.
“Hold your breath,” he said against my ear.
Then we were free-falling.
My stomach dropped, and I hurried to suck in a breath.
The water quickly engulfed us.
And it was freezing.
