At least not for quite a while. He’s out of sight for at least twenty seconds, and I start to think maybe he left me here. Then, out of nowhere, he comes flying off the cliff, a gargled cry leaving his lips—one I’m not even sure he realizes he let out—and I have to hurry backward so he doesn’t land right on top of me. He hits the water feet first, submerging himself, causing waves to rift all around me.
Once he reaches the surface, his head pokes out, and he wipes the water from his eyes. “Holy shit!”
“You fucking did it!”
“I did it,” he repeats, almost as if he can’t believe it.
“Guess you aren’t a chickenshit, after all,” I quip, my body floating a little closer to him.
Rolling his eyes, he looks all around. “That was fucking fun.”
The smile on his lips is wide, and it fills my chest with something like pride. “I told you.”
When his dark green eyes collide with mine, all humor gone, replaced with what can only be described as unbridled desire. We’re now directly in front of one another, so close, his hot breath fans my lips, my tongue dipping out to wet them automatically.
I want to taste him, feel his lips on my own, but I wait… seeing if he’ll make the move.
Rowan’s gaze drops down, watching the movement. He pauses, eyes finding mine.
One second passes.
Then two.
His lips crash into mine, saltwater, and something else entirely filling my senses. My mind freezes, all thoughts vanishing. Despite me wanting him to make the move, I didn’t think he actually would. Hands wrap around my neck as he brings our bodies flush. He’s hard. That awakens something inside of me, spurring me into action. Taking hold of his hips, I push my tongue into his mouth, swirling it around his as he moans against my lips.
I can taste the weed, and the cigarettes, but also a little mint. From his toothpaste, maybe. He tastes good, and he feels even better as he rubs his evident arousal against mine.
Much sooner than I prefer, he breaks apart from me, panting as his chest heaves. “Maybe we should get out of the water before we’re eaten by a shark or a sea creature.”
Staring at him for a moment, a laugh rips from my throat. “A sea creature?”
“Yeah, the ocean is a fucking creepy place. I don’t love it.”
Holding my hand in front of me, I murmur, “After you.”
CHAPTERTEN
Rowan
Ithink I’m broken.
No, IknowI’m broken. And Caspian is the reason for my ruin. Every single thing that happened yesterday, from start to finish, is replaying in my mind like a movie on fucking repeat.
Him showing up to my room.
Himinviting me to hang out. I mean, sure, it crossed my mind that maybe he only invited me to get the weed, but something tells me if Caspian wants something bad enough, he’ll get it in whichever way he can. And he knows who I got it from, so it’s not like heneedsme for the weed.
Then, as if him wanting to hang out with me wasn’t strange enough, he was actually… nice. And almost chatty. It’s like everything I’ve known about him thus far was turned off yesterday. Caspian two-point-oh came out for a visit while grumpy, stinky Caspian took a nap.
Will version two-point-oh stick around? Or was it a fleeting sight to witness?
And the kiss…The fucking kiss.
Hold up… I’ve gotten ahead of myself. I need to rehash everything that came right before that kiss. The conversation about our kinks… that had no business being as hot as it was. I swear, I’ve never been harder, and there was absolutelynohiding it. He saw. He had to.
But so was he. I saw it plain as day when he stripped down out of fucking nowhere and threw himself off that cliff. My heart damn near lurched out of my chest—breaking straight through my rib cage—when he did that.
How he got me to jump too is still a mystery.
