I was on cloud nine, and Alex was the one taking me there. Right in front of the damn golf course.
His mouth crashed into mine like he was starving—urgent, hungry, reckless. Our bodies moved in sync, lips dragging, tongues clashing. My purse had fallen somewhere by the lounge chair, its screen lit up and beeping but I was… occupied.
His kiss held the same intensity he’d used to swipe his tongue between my thighs that night—and the second the memory struck me, so did the heat between my legs.
God.
His hands slipped under my gown, like he knew exactly where to go. His fingers grazed my thighs, slow and deliberate, climbing higher until—
He froze.
Then groaned into my mouth.
I wasn’t wearing underwear.
The sound that tore from him sent a jolt straight through my stomach. He didn’t say
