Page 139 of Say Yes to the Nemesis

“What makes you think there’s going to be a next adventure?”

“Call it optimism.”

She snorts. “That’s not what I’d call it.”

“What would you call it?”

“Delusion.”

I laugh and pull her closer, until she’s practically in my lap. “Come here, you.”

“Ryan…”

“What? I’m just adjusting the seating arrangement.”

“Is that what we’re calling it?”

“Among other things.”

She’s straddling me now, her hands resting on my shoulders, and the playful energy between us is shifting into something else. Something charged.

“This is dangerous,” she murmurs.

“How so?”

“Because I’m starting to think you might actually be as charming as you think you are.”

“Only starting to think?”

“Don’t push it.”

But she’s smiling when she says it. When I lean up to kiss her, she doesn’t pull away. The kiss starts soft, teasing, but it deepens quickly. Her lips part under mine and I can taste the wine we had with dinner, sweet and intoxicating.

My hands slide up her back, tangling in her wet hair. She makes this soft sound that drives me crazy. I want to devour her, right here in this hot tub under the stars, but I force myself to go slow. To savor this.

“We should probably go inside,” she breathes against my lips.

“Probably.”

But neither of us moves. We just keep kissing, hands exploring, the heat building between us until I’m hard enough to cut glass and she’s grinding against me in a way that’s going to make me lose my mind.

“Wren,” I groan. “You need to either fuck me or I’m going to have to excuse myself to go upstairs and masturbate furiously for all of five seconds.”

She laughs, throwing her head back. “Five seconds? That’s optimistic.”

“You’ve been driving me crazy all day. I’m hanging on by a thread here.”

“All day?”

“The bikini. The sunscreen. The way you kept licking mango juice off your fingers. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

She looks at me like she’s weighing a decision. Not just about sex. About whether to let herself want this. Want me. With nothing held back.

Her eyes go dark. “Show me.”

“Here?”

“No. Upstairs. In that ridiculous shower.”