Page 67 of Comin' in Hot
“Where are we going?” she laughs, but I’m not telling.
I guide her up a set of steps and down around a brick path until we pass the main house. But the moment we turn another corner, she gasps.
We’re in a garden. It’s tucked away but still has an incredible view of the ocean. And I happen to know that nobody can see from the beach what’s happening from the waist down.
“Holy shit, this is beautiful. You weren’t lying when you said you wanted to show me something cool.”
“This wasn’t all I wanted to show you,” I tease, cleaning my bottom lip with my tongue.
She raises her manicured brows, waiting for me to explain, but I just lick my cone again, letting our joined hands swing lightly between us.
Margot glances at the garden of hydrangeas. “If this isn’t it, then what are you showing me?”
I lean down closer to her face. “I’ll tell you if you let me kiss you.”
She lets out a quiet laugh, looking shy, before her hand drifts from mine and her palms find their place on my chest. I stand to my regular height as she lifts up on her tiptoes.
But I don’t make a move, just stare down at her.
Her chin tilts up, giving me access to her mouth, but when I still don’t move, she drops back down to her heels.
“Are you gonna kiss me or what?”
“Yeah,” I rasp.
I lift a hand to the button of her shorts before I pop them open. Margot’s mouth falls open as she stares back at me for a second, then whips her face to the beach and back.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
The sound of her zipper moving downward makes her gasp, but she doesn’t stop me.
“You look hot.”
“I feel fine.”
I smirk and tug her shorts over her hips with my free hand. They fall to the ground, leaving her in only her polka-dot bikini.
“I thought Brody told you to burn that suit,” I tease as she looks at me stupefied.
Her cheeks are bright red. “Did he? I don’t recall that…”
“Cool.” I lift my finger, pressing it to my lips. “Now. You’re gonna need to be quiet, Stunner. Unless you want people to see.”
“See what?” is all she gets out before the ice cream I’m holding finds itself dripped onto her cleavage.
“Whoops.”
“Brooks,” she hisses, but also giggles.
“That’s my bad. Let me clean you up.”
My lips descend onto her chest, making her shudder before she pushes me away. But I growl, swiping more of my ice cream to her stomach.
“Shit,” I say, looking up at her with false sincerity. “I did it again.”
“Brooks,” she grinds out more seriously.
But I bend down, running my tongue over her stomach, kissing and licking up my mess. A deep sigh pulls from her body.And I know she doesn’t even realize that her fingers have woven into my hair as I squat.
