Not here.
Not now.
“That’s it?”
The woman’s voice was only a whisper, and she sounded hurt, as though she couldn’t believe he’d just stepped away from her.
“What do you mean?”
“I just thought...”
“What?”
“Well, for a moment, it seemed like you might kiss me,” she whispered.
“Are you in the habit of kissing strange men?”
“No, but there’s nothing wrong with starting new habits, now is there?”
The woman stepped forward, and she placed her hands back on Brian’s chest. Then she pushed up on her tippy-toes, and she cupped his face, and she kissed him.
Instantly, he was hard as rock, and his body threatened to shift into its dragon form. He closed his eyes, trying to control the change.
He didn’t want it to happen just yet.
Brian kissed her back eagerly, happily. She tasted like coffee and cookies, and she tasted like perfection.
“Oh,” she murmured, kissing him. “That’s so nice,” she whispered.
“I’m not nice, little one,” he growled.
“I’m not little.”
“You are to me. Now shut your pretty mouth,” he said, and he kissed her again.
Over and over and over, Brian raked his mouth over hers until he forgot that he was supposed to be mad, until he forgot that she was trespassing, until he forgot everything except for the moment they found themselves locked in.
He didn’t want to stop.
He didn’t want the moment to end.
So, he just kept kissing her.
And kissing her.
And kissing her.
Chapter 4
Winter kissed the naked man until her pussy felt like it was starving to death.
She wanted a dick inside of her, like, now, but she couldn’t possibly ask him for that. It was already crazy enough that she was making out with a naked stranger on the beach, but now she wanted to have sex with him, too. That was just too crazy, even for her, even after the day she’d had.
She’d just have to settle for kissing him over and over. At some point, the two of them stopped standing, and they lowered themselves to the blanket she had been sitting on. Winter pulled away long enough to shove her laptop and phone inside of the tent to preserve their integrity. She didn’t need to accidentally shove those into the sand.
She might have quit her job, but she would get another one sooner or later, and she’d need her supplies. Books could survive being shoved into the sand, but her electronics were a bit more breakable.
“Fuck,” the man whispered.