Opening my mouth to give him a piece of my mind, I barely get a word out before he palms my cheeks and his lips crash into mine. Soon, his fingers are threading through my hair, and I can’t help the small moan that escapes. I feel as if I’m falling into a bottomless pit as our tongues twist together. The beach and sand and everything surrounding us melt away, and it’s just us. By the time we break our embrace, we’re both gasping for air, for some sort of relief. The intensity of the emotions behind his kiss is almost too much—too soon—and it makes me want to run and push him away. It’s what I should do anyway. It’s the smart thing to do, but when I meet his eyes again, I’m incapable.
“You were saying?” he asks against my mouth.
“Don’t be a smartass.” I can’t help but smile and chuckle ag
