...His mouth claimed hers in long, juicy kisses—sometimes hard and intense, sometimes soft and feather-light, their tongues tracing each other’s lips, dipping inside and tangling in an ancient pre-mating dance.

Her hands roamed the taut skin of his back, savoring the bumps of his developing muscles. Fingers splayed, she outlined the ridge of his spine, caressing each hill and valley. As many times as they’d lain like this, she never tired of exploring his body and learning how different his was from hers. Breath whooshed through her lips as his mouth nibbled up her neck. “Ummm.”

“You like that, babe?”

Her blood pumped faster at his husky whisper in her ear. “You know I do.” Fingers tangled in the ragged ends of his dark hair, as she worked the water down the strands to drip off the tips. “You need a haircut.”

“Thought you liked my hair long.” His body shifted lower and his warm mouth kissed along her collarbone, fingers inching a path between their bodies.

“I do…uh, that feels so good.” She shivered at the goose bumps created when he bit that tender spot at the base of her throat. On instinct, her body arched and she rubbed her bikini top against his chest, enjoying the zing the contact produced.

A large hand cupped her breast, kneading it with slow strokes.

The friction caused by the movement of damp cloth against her nipples beaded the tips into tight buds. Throbbing, aching buds. Tension spiraled low in her belly. “Oh, yes.”

“I can make it better.” A finger slipped inside the elastic and swept downward.

She stiffened and clamped a hand around his arm. “Hey, wait.”

He raised his head and pinned her with a dark-eyed gaze, skin wrinkling at the corners as his eye closed to thin slits. A hand skimmed along her body from shoulder to waist to hip and back. “You know you want this.”

Being the subject of one of Rey’s intense looks made her stomach flutter. “I do but…” The argument wasn’t new, but so far he’d honored her wish. She held tight to her vow not to be counted in the number of Texas high school girls who either dropped out or graduated high school pregnant.

His fingers slipped inside her top and flicked at the tight nipple. Warm lips kissed a trail along the edge of the tiny triangles, into the valley between her breasts.

Both hands gripped his head and held him still, until the only movements were his lips pressing against her chest and his hot tongue drawing sensual circles. Her skin tingled everywhere he touched, a delicious sensation that seduced, making her want more. Just as he’d urged.

His head lifted and his dark eyes gleamed. “Come on, you know you want to be wicked.” His chin nudged at the edge of the fabric, but it stayed in place. A groan sounded.

A statement she could not truthfully deny. The stubble on his chin scraped the side of her breast. With a deliciously wicked tingle, she wondered what the roughness would feel like on other parts of her body. “Only my top.” One hand released his head and reached behind her neck to undo the knot in the string’s tie. The triangles fell forward, releasing her pale breasts to his view.

At the sight, dark eyes widened and Rey’s smile grew. “Oh, babe, you’re so beautiful.” Hands cupped and molded her breasts, caressing her skin, as his gaze took in every jiggling movement.

Her breath caught in her throat at Rey’s expression. His eyes danced with excitement, like he’d just seen the presents under the tree on Christmas morning. When his mouth covered one nipple, she ran her hands through his thick straight hair, surprised how his suckling kicked up the arousal in her belly.