âAnd . . .â She held up her hand like she was doing a damn countdown! âYouâre kind of, like . . .â She leaned forward and whispered, âA bit . . .â Her eyes teased. âMetro.â
âAs in . . . ,â I baited her.
âFeminine,â she snapped. âYup, thatâs the word. And Max, I mean that in the nicest way possible.â
âYou mean . . .â I licked my lips, then slapped the water. âIn the kindest way you can possibly say it, âOh, look, Max has boobsâ? Or you mean it in the way that says I lack the proper sexual magnetism to get your engine going?â
Becca rolled her eyes. âHey, I didnât come here to fight. I was just going to go over our date for tomorrow without the watchful eyes of Big Brother.â
âHmm.â She was looking down at her feet. So I did what any desperate man whoâd just been insulted in the worst way possible would do. I grabbed her feet, dragged her into the water, creating a huge splash, and then, when her head popped up for air, I gave her something else.
Kissing Becca could become a very nice, very addicting . . . pastime. Her lips were soft, pliant, but her hands were beating against my chest. Ah, classic move. Listen up, men: women fight us because theyâre expected to. They have to put up the fight so they donât come off as easy. So the next time a girl hits you in the chest, go with it, kiss her harder. It just means she wants more, especially when her chest is heaving and her tongue is doing . . . that. Yeah, exactly. Oh. Hell. Damn. Kill me now. When her tongue is doing that? Beccaâs tongue pushed against mine and then she sucked.
I felt said sucking all the way through my body.
When she stopped fighting me, I wrapped my arms around her neck, pulling her as close against me as I could, and then pulled away.
Her eyes furrowed with confusion as she tried to lean forward.
I pulled back again, and swam her over to the ladder.
âThanks, Becca,â I whispered. âI needed a little motivation.â
âGame on.â I helped her up and followed. âAnd by the way . . .â I grabbed her hands and moved her flat palms from my chest all the way down to my waist. âIâm anything but feminine. Have a good night.â As I walked away, I did what any sane man would do. I paused so she could get her fill and realize that yes, I was, in fact, still naked. And when I heard her gasp, I turned around and saluted her in more ways than one.
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