before gravity and our weight slowed us down, sinking us closer to the river.
“Whoo-hoo!” Smith yelled, stretching his arms above his head, curving his pelvis more into me, dizzying me even more. “Fuck! That was awesome!” He tipped his head down to me, his mouth so close to mine I could feel the heat coming off him, his gaze trying to assess my reaction. “Did you like it?”
I blinked, my emotions suddenly slamming into me with a punch. “Holy. Shit.” I gaped at him, a huge smile breaking over my face. “That was frickin’ amazing. Can we go again?”
His hands clasped the sides of my face, his eyes glinting with verve, a hungry smile curving his mouth. “I knew you’d like it.” His eyes tracked mine, and I felt him twitch against my stomach, flooding my body with desire. I sucked in but didn’t look away; our eyes locked, wild and raw.
Kiss me, my body screamed, but my mind was still too dazed to speak up.
As if he heard me, his attention dropped to my mouth, his huge build curving forward, our mouths only a breath apart. Holy hell, this was happening. A tiny warning beeped in the back of my head, but not loud enough for me to want to stop. My senses were too overwhelmed, needing this. Badly.
His fingers dug into my head, his heat throbbing against my skin.
“Hey,” a man’s voice shouted, jerking us back with a sharp inhale and twisting us to look at a young guy in a boat coming below where we hung. “They are going to lower you into the boat. You ready?”
“Yeah,” Smith grumbled, the crewmember shoving us back into reality. What the hell were you about to do? How selfish and horrible are you, Kins?
We were brought down into the boat and unlatched, our figures moving to opposite sides of the tiny boat.
“First time?” the guy asked, steering us back to shore.
“Mine.” I held up my palm.
“Like it?”
Unconsciously my gaze darted back to Smith, remembering the feel of his cock pushing against me, his body enveloping mine, his mouth brushing my lips, the adrenaline shooting through my veins, quaking my limbs.
I felt alive. Free. The first time I matched the person inside.
I nodded fervently. “Hell yes.”
Chapter 12
Smith
Fuck. Me. I needed to get laid. Now.
It was at my fingertips, the bar full of girls, many giving me clear indication they would be more than willing. But I couldn’t seem to keep my attention off the one in front of me, no matter how much I wanted or pretended. And shit if I hadn’t almost kissed her earlier. I blame the adrenaline pumping through my veins, being caught in the moment. Looking at her lick the salt off her lip, my dick was still as interested as it was when she had been pressed into me, flying through the air.
No. This one you can’t touch.
Not even a little. I had ruthlessly learned not to mix friends, relationships, and business—a lesson still tarnishing my life. My life was beyond a mess, twisted and convoluted. I could barely see through the muck. I was only designed to have someone for a night. No strings attached. Kinsley Maxwell came with a web of strings. And a rope her brother would hang me on.
All because I let people in. Which taught me not to care again. To ever fall in love.
A flare of anger and resentment burned up my spine. Fuck them. They destroyed my life. Took everything. Even my father. Now I had nothing except guilt, hate, and bitterness.
“Another!” Kinsley shoved a shot glass into my hand filled with tequila, drawing me out of my punishing memories with a snap, her smile waving off the darkness like a wand. She bounced on her toes, her high from the jump earlier still buzzing at full speed, the grin not leaving her face. Her brightness eased my chest, lightened the darkness as I watched her bubble with energy.
Damn, she was sexy.
I grunted, shoving the thought from my head, looking over at a group of girls loitering close to me.
It was her idea to go to a local bar when we arrived in Santa Fe, needing to release the high rushing through her blood. She practically skipped to the pub down the street from our RV park. Goat left with treats and his toy, happily spread over her bed like a king.
Shooting the liquor down, my forehead crunched at the burn sliding down my throat. The dive bar was