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“Kiss me like you mean it.”

I didn’t think it was possible, but his smile grows wider. “I always mean it.”

Then his lips descend on mine. I don’t know why I wanted him to kiss me, but knowing the bitch who had the nerve to talk badly about him watching, I give it my all.

After a few moments, he finally pulls back, pecking my lips.

“Satisfied?” he asks when he pulls back for good.

“It’ll do.”

He shakes his head, his forehead falling to mine. “You’re something else, Katie Ross.”

9

DAY FOUR: SAN JUAN, PUERTO RICO

I don’t knowwhat the girl said to Katie, but I can’t be mad at her for it. Not after the way Katie stuck up for me or the way she kissed me afterward. It was hot as hell to see her so riled up. I think she might have actually taken a swing at the girl if given the chance.

Still, I didn’t want to see her held in the brig for an altercation, so as entertaining as it would be to watch her fight the blonde-headed floozy Barrett picked up, I had to get her out of there. Thankfully, we were approaching our second destination.

We would have less time at port here, but I planned to rent us some jet skis if Katie is agreeable. If not, I figured we could chill on the beach.

By the time we are off the ship, I can tell Katie is still pissed about the altercation.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I kiss her temple as I pull her into my side.

She takes a deep breath. “I might have overreacted.”

My heart clenches for a moment. Could she have been mad because the girl is with Barrett? Is Katie still pining for the asshole?

For a moment, my mind flickers back to last night. I was buried between her legs. Was she thinking about me or was it him?

I try to keep the tension from my body, but I can’t. So, after another squeeze, I let Katie go.

She gives me an odd look.

“I’m sure she didn’t realize what she said. She doesn’t seem to have many brain cells,” I say to appease her.

“She said you were a womanizing piece of shit who steals women. To be honest, I used to think the same thing. Well, the womanizing part, at least.” She shrugs. “Still, you didn’t steal me. He tossed me away. She doesn’t get to speak on shit she has no clue about.”

I swallow hard. I want to believe her indignation is for me, but I have a feeling it might also be a little bit for their lost relationship.

“Well, I appreciate your anger on my behalf, but really, I don’t care what she thinks. Besides, Barrett wasn’t talking about only you.”

“What do you mean?”

When she reaches down, threading her fingers through mine, I feel a little of the tension seep out of me.

“In high school, Barrett swears I’d always date the girls he wanted. He was younger than us and wanted the girls in our grade. I didn’t even know he liked them half the time. So he has this notion that I go out of my way to steal women from him. He probably thinks I went after you to keep you from him. He’s kind of an asshole like that. Even though he doesn’t want it, he doesn’t want anyone else to have it.”

She stops, glaring at me. “I’m not an it.”

I squeeze her hand. “Of course not. You’re a gorgeous, beautiful, intelligent, funny, sexy woman.”

Then I pull her into my chest, reaching down to cup her face as I kiss her. She sighs into me. Before I can deepen the kiss, that annoying gnat cat-calls.

“Get a room, guys.”