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Excerpt:
He’s still holding my wrist. The rocks shift when he steps around behind me, pulling me against his chest. My spine stiffens. He smells good, and the hard lines of his chest feel even better. He turns us until our sides are facing the water. One hand is on my waist, anchoring me. And the other slides from my wrist to engulf my fingers. He grips the stone with me, coaching me through the mechanics of skipping rocks. But all I can focus on is how close he’s standing to me and how good his breath feels against my cheek. My pants and long-sleeved shirt form a thin barrier between our skin. I can feel every inch of him as he starts to harden against my hip.
We toss the stone together. It skips once before the surface swallows it up. He doesn’t release me though. Instead, he leans in until his lips are brushing the outer edge of my ear. I close my eyes.
“You weren’t,” he murmurs.
The water is lapping lazily on the shore.
I arch my back until I’m pressing harder against his groin. His warm breath quickens across my neck, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.
“What?” I whisper.
“You weren’t one of many,” he murmurs. “And it was a big deal to me. In fact, I can’t stop thinking about it. Reliving it in my mind.”
The tip of his tongue traces the edge of my ear. His lips collapse around my soft lobe, sucking and tugging on it for a moment. I lean my head back, and he takes that as an invitation to press a soft kiss on my neck.
“Lo!” Wyatt suddenly shouts.
My eyes open, and I shove away from Zane. Wyatt is standing at the top of the hill, looking down at us with a frown.
I feel guilty, but I’m not sure why. I’ve never made any promises to Wyatt. As far as I’m concerned, we’re two friends out for a fun night. But I don’t think that’s how Wyatt is looking at it. I turn until Zane and I are facing each other. I take another step away from him.
“We should get back,” I mumble.
Zane’s expression hardens.

















