Page 26 of Blame it on the Kiss
“I totally came in here to snag.” And escape. Everywhere she looked she made eye contact with Bryce. It seemed impossible not to notice him.
When she wasn’t caught in Bryce’s gaze, Drew kept her attention with sweet words and interesting thoughts, but there was no zing of attraction. No uncontrollable awareness that made her crave to be touched and check one night stand off the list. Same with Aiden, who’d whispered in her ear that he’d love to see her later tonight.
She picked up a taco, took a big bite, and moaned as it made its way down to her stomach. “I want to marry this taco.”
“Lucky taco.”
Honor stilled. That voice. That one-of-a-kind masculine scent. Bryce stood right behind her. She put the rest of the taco in her mouth, chewed without sound effects and turned. “Have you tried one?” She snagged one more before Elena’s assistant picked up the tray. “Here.” Her fingers grazed his lips as she held the taco to his mouth and he took a bite.
Big mistake.
He watched her watch him, the connection making her hot. She pushed the rest of the taco in and pulled her arm back. He caught her wrist and brought her hand back up toward his mouth. Eating had never been so sexy before. Well, except for the other day when he’d eaten the fritter and she’d wanted to lick him. The way his throat moved, holy three alarm fire. She wished she had another taco to give him.
The sips of champagne, romantic atmosphere, and stolen glances were obviously working against their restraint because neither of them seemed overly concerned with the electricity crackling between them. The intense feelings that had overcome her the night they’d met and that she couldn’t extinguish no matter how often she told herself it was wrong, were back in full force.
He chewed and swallowed and then with a very slow, deliberate motion, he licked her index finger, then her middle finger. Any coherent thoughts she had spiraled into the abyss. She had no idea the tips of her fingers could send a rush of pleasure between her thighs. When his lips wrapped around her thumb her legs shook and she moaned an entirely different kind of murmur than the one a few moments ago.
“I see the attraction,” he said, his voice husky.
“It’s hard to deny.”
“It’s hard all right.”
Honor snapped her eyes shut and pulled her hand back. “This is not okay,” she said, hoping to extinguish the flirtatious flames raising her body temperature. She brushed by him in a rush to get out of the kitchen and put some much needed distance between them.
He grabbed her hand and tugged her through the sliding glass door that led outside. “We need to talk,” he said.
“No, we don’t.” Her bare feet happily met the sand, though, the cold, soft grains between her toes cooling everything warm inside her.
He shot her a heated look that erased the whole cooling thing. “Fine by me. We’ll talk after.”
“After what exactly?” Because being alone with the guy she couldn’t get out of her head on a beach under the stars meant one thing. Kissing. Touching.
Or so her renegade body hoped.
“That’s up to you.” He plowed through the sand like it didn’t take any extra effort.
“Me? You’re the one dragging me out here like he’s about to go off.” She would not admit she felt the same way.
“You’re right.” He came to an abrupt stop, wrapped his arm around her waist, and brought her flush against him. “I can’t think straight when I’m near you.”
Neither could she. Pressed against his solid chest, his muscled thighs, and the hardness in between, the only thing on her mind was getting skin to skin. The sounds of the wedding party were somewhere behind them, the ocean lapped leisurely at the shoreline. In their secluded spot in the sand, nothing seemed to exist but the two of them.
“I have that affect on people,” she said.
“Yeah? And what do you do about it?”
All she had to do was lift up on her tiptoes and her lips could touch his, but there was only one move to make if she had any hope of salvaging her resistance to him. “Let me show you.”
She squeezed a hand between their bodies and pushed him in the chest to knock him off balance. Caught unaware, he wavered before shifting with a step back, eyebrows arched in surprise. She put all her weight on her left leg, smiled, then used her right foot to sweep Bryce’s foot out from under him at the same time she lifted and pulled him by the shirt. A split second later, he had no choice but to go down when she let go of his shirt.
Only he grabbed her by the arms and in a surprise move, brought her down too, cushioning her fall with his.
“Hey! Let go of me.”
He rolled her right over, covered her body with his. “Judo Foot Sweep. Nice.”
Honor blew a strand of hair away from her mouth. He had her pinned in the sand, and she didn’t like it. Mostly. She wiggled in hopes of jostling him off, but he barely moved. “My dress is getting ruined.”
