She lifts onto her tip-toes until our lips are stacked, but she keeps her eyes on mine. “I dare you to kiss me.”
A shaky breath escapes me. “I didn’t pick dare.”
“I know.”
“I don’t back down from a dare,” I remind her.
“I know that, too.”
My hands fly to her hips, and I almost can’t believe she’s right here, in my arms, telling me what I’ve always wanted to hear. “If we kiss, it will change everything,” I tell her as one last resort to stop her from doing this if she’s going to regret it in the morning.
She shakes her head, the breath of her lips landing on mine. “I’m sick of everything being the same.”
I frown, squeezing her hips. “That isn’t a good enough reason.”
“How about because I want you too,” she says, pressing the lightest of kisses against my jaw. My body tingles from hertouch. “Because I might not have realized my feelings when you did, but because I’ve wanted you for so long, too.”
“You have?”
She pulls back, and nods, her eyes hooding slightly. It’s not from alcohol, though, or fatigue, but pure lust coating her beautiful blue eyes. “I dare you, Chris. I dare you to—”
I don’t even let her finish her sentence.
My lips land on hers, and she moans into my mouth the second I do.
And fuck me, it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard, the best melody, my favorite song. I could listen to it all day.
Her lips part, and I trace my tongue over hers, my hand lowering to the nape of her neck, trailing until I grip her soft hair in my hand.
Gabi tangles her fingers in my hair, and I can’t help but let out a groan. “God, Gabi,” I pant, wrapping my arms around her legs before I lift her around my waist. Another sweet little sound leaves her lips when she straddles my waist, and it makes me lose my goddamn mind.
“I can’t believe I didn’t remember,” she mumbles against my lips. “How could I not remember we kissed before?”
“I don’t blame you,” I pant, pausing to take a breather before I kiss her again. “You were so drunk.”
She pulls back, with a frown on her beautiful face. “But you remember.”
I clutch her face in my hands, running my thumb over her bottom lip, which is puffy and red from my kisses. “I could never forget it,” I tell her, my brows furrowing with the memory. “Your taste haunted me for years.”
She leans into my touch, breathing heavily. “And now?”
“You taste better than I ever remembered,” I murmur, bringing our lips together again.
She wraps her fingers in my hair again and tugs. A groan builds in my throat when I feel her move her hips up and down, grinding against my cock. I let out a low moan, and she eats up my noises as she continues moving her hips, rubbing her pussy over me, only our underwear as a barrier. “Gabi—fuck.”
“Chris,” she pants, leaving my mouth to kiss my jaw. “Take it off,” she begs, making her words clear when she grinds against my cock. “I want to feel you.”
Jesus.
I turn around with her still in my arms, place her on the ledge, and hop out of the hot tub. Her eyes, soft and blue, follow me as they drop to my chest, both of us breathing heavily. “I want to lick you all over,” she says, running her tongue over her lips.
I let out a laugh, closing the distance to kiss her again. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop now that I’ve had a taste. “You can do whatever you want to me.”
She grins, straddling my waist, and pushes at my chest until I lie back on the ground, gazing up at her. She leans down, brushing her lips against mine, and I get lost in her, grabbing her hips when she begins rocking over me in a figure eight motion.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, feeling the heat of her pussy over my cock.
She pulls back with a grin before leaning in again, flicking her tongue over the length of my lips, then trailing down to my jaw and neck.
