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school.”
              “Yeah, you did.  Now, for that kiss.”
              She grinned then puckered her lips and gave him a peck on the mouth.
              He looked down at her, his eyes as serious as he felt.  “That’s not the kind of kiss I wanted.”

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
              Lizzy met his green-eyed gaze, stunned into silence.  She opened her mouth on an inhalation of surprise, and he closed the gap between them.
              She had dreamed many times of kissing Jake and Brent.  From the moment puberty had hit them, her before the boys; she’d noticed how cute they were but completely off limits.  They’d never acted like she was anything other than a friend.  It hadn’t stopped her from dreaming and fantasizing about what they’d do together, how each would kiss, how each would be different.  The fantasies had gone on for years without any of them ever showing the slightest interest in her, until finally all her imaginings had finally dried up when faced with the reality that nothing was ever going to happen.
              She wondered what had suddenly changed and why.
              The moment his lips met hers, she felt lost.  The heat of his chest, slick from the run crushed down on her breasts, making breathing difficult, frantic as her nostrils flared with the effort to breathe.  She felt light-headed, drunk and dizzy.
              She whimpered into his mouth, feeling his lust shimmer between them like a palpable thing.  She jerked against him when his tongue surged suddenly into her mouth, swirling inside like ravaging invader.  This was nothing like the sweet, gentle fantasies of her youth.  Nothing like the fumbling, sloppy kisses her one and only boyfriend had bestowed on her years ago.
              His mouth slanted over hers.  His tongue, hot and voracious, swept through her mouth to tangle with her tongue and suck the tip into his own mouth.  He groaned into her lips, pressing her body into the sand.
              Something hard moved against her leg, and she realized it was his erection pressing against the front of her hip.  He stroked her tongue as though he would eat her, savoring the taste of her mouth like a fine wine.
              A warm hand, rough and calloused, moved up her bare waist to cup her breast.  The moment his hand closed over her tit, she felt a warm gush of liquid desire rush to her center.  His leg crossed over hers, moving between her thighs to rub against her jean-clad slit.  The fabric did nothing to curb the sensation of that hard ridge of muscle nudging her hot, swollen folds.
              Distantly, she realized she should put a stop to this, but she’d lost all sense of herself, all her reservations.  Her mind was blank as he sucked her tongue and cupped her breasts, pinched her nipple until the bud hardened under his fingertips.  His other hand trailed down her arm and waist, moving to her hip to edge the waist of her jeans, leaving a trail of achy need that centered in her suddenly pulsing pussy.
              He tugged at the button of her shorts, attempting entry and bringing her back to reality.  She tore her mouth from his with a gasp, looking up at him with a mixture of confusion and passion.
              “I think that’s enough of that,” she said on a shaky breath.  “Let me get up.”
              He rolled off her without a word, and she stood on wobbly legs, heading back to the house to get cleaned up.  She wasn’t sure what had just happened.  And she wasn’t sure she liked it or not, even if her body did, that didn’t mean she could just go with it and hope that nothing bad happened and that she didn’t get hurt.
              She’d always had the sense that Jake was somewhat of a player.  He’d never paraded girls around her, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t had plenty of conquests.