From the Inside Flap
"Maybe I can help you." I wasn't falling for his stargazing distraction. It seemed like he needed to open up to someone about the Palm, and maybe I was that person.
"Really? And what do you think you can do to help me, college girl?" He turned to face me. His eyes were dark like the night sky encasing us. I couldn't read his mood.
I inhaled the salt air and felt my chest rise as Grey brushed off the loose grip I had on his arm. I had absolutely no idea what I could do to help, but what he was coping with was more than what one person should have to face alone.
"I-I don't know. But I want to help."
"You're here on vacation. You should be having a good time, getting to know Texas, hanging out at the beach. I can handle the Palm." His eyes lingered on my lips.
I could feel the energy building in the air between us as the waves lapped our ankles.
His hand grazed the side of my cheek and I stood still like a statue, taking in the roughness of his skin. He stepped closer so that his waist was pressed against me. I liked how my body seemed to align with his just standing here--touching and breathing.
"Can't you think of a way for me to help?" I tipped forward, wanting to draw an answer from him.
The tips of his fingers trailed from my chin, along the line of my neck, and rested along the edge of my tank top. "I know something you could do." His voice was husky.
I felt the weight of his hand on my chest and the fire building under my skin where his fingers played with the fabric. Before I knew what in the hell I was doing, I abandoned my red cup in the ocean as his arms encircled my waist and pulled me close until our bodies collided. My mouth parted for him, anxious to touch his lips and his tongue. He growled as I nipped his bottom lip. He tasted like the lime beer concoction and I eagerly drank in each kiss, wanting to know more of him this way. My hands ran the length of his back and locked around the firmness of his neck. I stroked his warm skin and twisted my hands in his hair. Things had gone from mysterious and flirty to blazing hot in only a few minutes, but I liked how I was getting lost in the blazing heat. The way his hands toyed with the skin under my shorts, brought breathy moans from my throat. I was losing control of my body.
Oh my God, what was I doing? I needed to regain control. I stopped before we ended up rolling on the beach like the scene in From Here to Eternity.
"Grey, I think we need to slow this down." I exhaled in his ear, deep down wanting him to keep me pinned against his chest.
His breath was warm against my cheek, and I knew the second I felt his lips again I would give up any rational thinking. I dislodged from his hold and took a few steps backward to create some space between us. My body was on fire. I had never been kissed like that, and I was positive no one else could do what Grey had just done to me. I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself when all I really wanted was for Grey to kiss me again.