The Day He Kissed Her (Bad Boys of Crystal Lake 3)

Waves from the lake lapped up onto shore, and in the distance, she heard voices echoing from those gathered around the bonfire. The breeze was still cool but her flesh was so hot that a film of sweat coated her skin.

“Do you want me to kiss you, Boston?” he asked, dipping his head to her shoulder.

Yes!

No.

She held her breath.

And then closed her eyes when his warm mouth slid along her collarbone, lingering over her pulse point. All kinds of things were going off inside her. She was hot, yet she shivered. She wanted to pull away, yet her feet wouldn’t move. She was alive, yet she was terrified of being alive. How screwed up was that?

Opening herself up to someone left so much room for pain, something she knew intimately. If Lily were smart, she’d run as far away from Mackenzie Draper as she could.

And yet she didn’t.

His mouth opened on her skin, there where her pulse beat. His touch was wet. Hot. So incredibly hot. His heat seeped into her skin, invaded her cells, and left her quivering beneath his touch.

His tongue slowly licked up the side of her neck until he suckled just below her earlobe, and she couldn’t help the groan that slid out of her mouth.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he whispered into her ear before his tongue delved inside, and then his hands crept up to her face, forcing her to look at him as he pulled back. “Do you want that?” he murmured.

Lily’s hands dug into his hair, and she brought him down to her, her mouth open as she welcomed him into her.

Tongues slid against each other—each taking and giving. It was a hard, fast coming together—a hungry taste that left her wanting more. His hands roved down her back and settled on her butt, pulling her against him so that every inch of her was pressed into his hard body.

“Jesus, you taste better than I remember,” Mac said roughly, finally pulling his mouth from hers, but only long enough to trace the contours of her jaw.

God, what his tongue did to her.

She arched into him and, when his mouth traveled lower, groaned her disappointment because he only skimmed the tops of her breasts before making his way back to her mouth.

His hands were still on her butt and the thrill that shot through her when she felt his erection against her was fierce. It was fierce and hot and made her feel incredibly powerful. Mackenzie nipped at her bottom lip, and then slid his right hand into her hair, holding her in place while he tasted, suckled, and nipped at her lips. His tongue slid inside once more, this time aggressively, and with each pass, the ache between her legs curled harder, pressed harder.

So hard that she whimpered.

It was the most incredible kiss of her life.

When he pulled away and rested his forehead on hers, she wanted to cry because she wanted so much more. She wanted his heat and his hardness. She wanted the kiss to go on forever, and she wanted him inside her.

They were both breathing heavily, and for a few seconds, neither one said a thing. Slowly, the sounds from down the beach invaded their space, and Lily jumped when the first firecracker shot up into the night sky.

Mackenzie slowly let his hands drop and stepped away, his eyes still dark and full of sinful promise. He ran his hands through the disheveled mess of blond hair at his nape, as a slow smile swept over him.

Lily’s heart might have stopped.

“I think my five minutes are up.”

She swallowed and exhaled. “I think so.”

His grin widened. “What are we going to do about this, Boston?”

Trying to get her bearings, she took a moment, eyeing him warily. “This?”

He nodded. “You and I. Us. That kiss. What are we gonna do about it?”

Lily moistened her swollen and still-tingling mouth. Right. That kiss.

Suddenly, every fear and neurosis and painful memory inside her shot to the surface and Lily shrugged, that cool mask she so desperately needed back in place as she stared into his eyes.