I looked down at her lips—lips I’d had dreams about over the years.
I brought my hand up, wrapped it around the side of her neck, and slid my other arm around her waist, pulling her closer to my body.
Then, and only then, did I lower my head while she rose on her tiptoes, placing her hands on my chest.
I tilted my head to the side as she moved to do the same, and then I kissed her.
Softly at first, learning the feel of her.
Then, I increased the pressure slightly.
She moaned low in her throat. I smiled, then teased her lips with my tongue.
She opened them not even seconds later, and the moment I fully tasted her perfect mouth, I was done for.
Our tongues teased and danced to a rhythm only the two of us could understand.
Our teeth nipped at each other’s lips.
It was perfect.
Her little hands fisted the hem of my tee, and then she pulled it up my body.
I broke my lips from hers, reached around, and with one hand removed it, then tossed it behind me.
“Better?” I teased.
She winked, “Much.”
Then she grabbed my hands and pulled me into the water.
Once we were waist-deep, she looked up at me and said, “I knew my first kiss needed to be special. I’m so glad I listened to myself.”
Hearing her say that caused a predatory growl to erupt out of my throat, “Fucking good.”
She giggled.
Then I shared, “Never wanted to kiss anyone before. Glad as fuck you were my first too.”
I bent my head and pressed another one to her lips.
And when I lifted my head, she rose on her tiptoes and kissed me.
I lifted a brow at her as she lowered back down. She giggled, “It ended too quickly.”
I chuckled.
We stayed in the water for an hour or so, hanging with the club.
And then once it was starting to get dark, I led Creedence to the towels.
She grabbed one and handed it to me, then wrapped a towel around her body and started drying off.
I located my tee, walked toward it, bent and picked it up, then put it on.
Garret was at my side by the time I was done drying off.
“If you ever hurt her, I’ll bury you,” he said, then smirked.
