Page 106 of Finding Storm

We’re in the water and I’m kissing her and I never want to fucking stop.

Never.

I could stay like this with her forever.

Just me and Stevie, here.

Nothing and no one else.

Sounds like fucking heaven to me.

The kiss slows. She’s breathing heavily. So am I.

But we’re reluctant to part. I can tell she is with the way her fingers slide up into my hair, clutching the strands.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I met you,” I say against her mouth.

Her gray eyes open, staring straight into mine. I can see the flecks of gold around the irises. So fucking pretty.

“I’ve wanted you to do that since the moment I met you.” She breathes the words inside of me, and I inhale them.

“All this time wasted,” I murmur, brushing my lips over hers, kissing her again. “If only I’d known.”

She giggles, and it’s the best fucking sound in the world.

My hands slide to her ass. She seems to like that because she starts nibbling and sucking on my lower lip. And I definitely like that. Jolts of heat keep shooting to my cock.

“You want to stay in the water and swim or get back on the boat?” she murmurs, pressing kisses to the side of my mouth, moving lower to my jawline and then up to my ear.

Fuck, that feels good. My hands tighten on her ass. And what an ass it is.

“Is that a trick question?” I reply, and she laughs softly. “Stay in the water and swim with you or get on the boat and get to look at your sweet body? Hmm, let me think.”

“Boat then?”

“Definitely.”

She goes to move, but I stop her, my hands on her waist.

“Stevie, before, on the boat, when I said that you looked pretty, I tamed my words. I didn’t want to scare you with what I really thought.”

“Okay …”

“I thought—I think that you’re fucking beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And seriously sexy. God, so sexy. And I know this probably sounds cheesy as fuck, and you’ll totally give me shit for it, but I wanted you to know.”

She’s staring at me, saying nothing.

Then, without warning, she crushes her mouth to mine.

I don’t hesitate to kiss her back. My hand cupping the back of her head as I match her eagerness and desperation, stroke for stroke.

Breaking off, panting, she leans her forehead against mine, eyes closed. “If I said even half the things I’d been thinking about you, I would definitely scare the shit out of you.”

She laughs softly, and I chuckle.

“I don’t scare easily, babe.”

Her eyes flash open at the term of endearment. There’s a warm look in them that I feel deep inside my chest. She cups my jaw with her palm and runs her thumb over my lower lip.