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this case. "The difference between us is far greater than that. And trust me, I consider people's feelings. I don't go through life using people just because I can."
"So I was right? Someone burned you bad."
I rolled my eyes at him. "Let's take another shot." Anything to avoid my pathetic love life. "What the hell, let's do it the way champs do!" The alcohol was starting to really kick in. Yeah, I'm drunk.
"Atta girl!"
I offered up my collarbone to Heath. He smirked and looked like a devil in the moonlight. He raised his eyebrows. "Let the record show that you asked for this, but when I give shots, I give 100%. So don't slap me." He leaned in to my collarbone and softly, gently, suckled on it. The hairs stood up on my arms and neck; my nipples perked up. A faint sucking sound emerged from his lips as he pulled away. He rose up and bit his bottom lip, keeping eye contact with me as he poured the salt on the wet spot. He licked the salt, barely biting my neck, threw back the drink and shoved the lime in his mouth, shaking his head to get past the strong taste.
"Your turn."
"Is this a challenge?"
"It's whatever you want it to be," he said with a mischievous smirk.
"Okay," I said, feeling dangerously flirty. I opened up the remaining closed button on his henley collar.
"Let me make it easier for you," he said, pulling it off. No don't do that. He did that . "All yours."
I pursed my lips, looking for a suitable spot to rest them upon. Damn his body is fly. I gave him a squinty look of mischief. "Lie down."
"Woah. I knew you had it in you."
"Shhh..." I said, stumbling onto my feet from the bench on which we were seated. I kneeled down and tugged on his pants just a smidgen and found that sweet spot on his hip bone. I was drunk, okay? He is one of the hottest men on the planet and I am a red-blooded American woman. Plus, those fuck me lines are like sex magnets. Cut me a break. I licked my lips and ran the tip of my tongue along his hip. He started laughing like a boy and it endeared me to him.
"Ticklish?"
"Can't you tell?"
I pour the salt on the spot. "Ready?"
"I just lay here like an innocent victim. Do what you must," he pressed the back of his hand against his forehead like a damsel in distress.
"Here," I put the lime in his mouth. His eyes widened in disbelief.
I dipped back down to his hip, this time mouthing his pelvis a bit, threw back the shot, and used my teeth to pull the lime out of his mouth, lingering for an extra millisecond.
"You are damned sexy," Heath said sitting up.
"Oh cut it out boss man."
"Cut the humble act."
"No, it's not an act. I'm being realistic. You date models. I'm sure nothing impresses you."
"You are just as hot, and most runway models don't have a rack or an ass like that."
"Watch it, Mister," I said, playfully jabbing his bare chest with my index finger.
"Hey, you're the one sucking on my pelvic bone." We both laughed. Okay, now I'm hammered.
"Purely professional pelvic bone sucking. We should head back inside," I said in a labored manner. "Mindy is probably wondering where the hell I went."
"Okay, help me up. Will you?"
"Lazy bum," I said giving him both of my hands. I try once, but he doesn't give me any assistance. "Come on, what are you, like six feet, 180 pounds?"
"Actually six-three, 195."
"Help a girl out. These heels are tough enough with my weight on them in this sand and not an additional two hundred pounds."
"Okay, let's count to three."
"You are so difficult. One, two, three!"
I gave him a big tug, and he stood up with great force at the same moment. Before I knew it I was losing my footing, stepping back into the sand, with Heath's frame falling over me. The sand puffed up like clouds around us. I squinted as the grains rained back down.
There he was: shirtless, warm, his chest pressing against mine with each inhale. We both laughed, a hearty, drunken, laugh. And then, he looked at me, and the way the new moon rested just above his right shoulder in the
"So I was right? Someone burned you bad."
I rolled my eyes at him. "Let's take another shot." Anything to avoid my pathetic love life. "What the hell, let's do it the way champs do!" The alcohol was starting to really kick in. Yeah, I'm drunk.
"Atta girl!"
I offered up my collarbone to Heath. He smirked and looked like a devil in the moonlight. He raised his eyebrows. "Let the record show that you asked for this, but when I give shots, I give 100%. So don't slap me." He leaned in to my collarbone and softly, gently, suckled on it. The hairs stood up on my arms and neck; my nipples perked up. A faint sucking sound emerged from his lips as he pulled away. He rose up and bit his bottom lip, keeping eye contact with me as he poured the salt on the wet spot. He licked the salt, barely biting my neck, threw back the drink and shoved the lime in his mouth, shaking his head to get past the strong taste.
"Your turn."
"Is this a challenge?"
"It's whatever you want it to be," he said with a mischievous smirk.
"Okay," I said, feeling dangerously flirty. I opened up the remaining closed button on his henley collar.
"Let me make it easier for you," he said, pulling it off. No don't do that. He did that . "All yours."
I pursed my lips, looking for a suitable spot to rest them upon. Damn his body is fly. I gave him a squinty look of mischief. "Lie down."
"Woah. I knew you had it in you."
"Shhh..." I said, stumbling onto my feet from the bench on which we were seated. I kneeled down and tugged on his pants just a smidgen and found that sweet spot on his hip bone. I was drunk, okay? He is one of the hottest men on the planet and I am a red-blooded American woman. Plus, those fuck me lines are like sex magnets. Cut me a break. I licked my lips and ran the tip of my tongue along his hip. He started laughing like a boy and it endeared me to him.
"Ticklish?"
"Can't you tell?"
I pour the salt on the spot. "Ready?"
"I just lay here like an innocent victim. Do what you must," he pressed the back of his hand against his forehead like a damsel in distress.
"Here," I put the lime in his mouth. His eyes widened in disbelief.
I dipped back down to his hip, this time mouthing his pelvis a bit, threw back the shot, and used my teeth to pull the lime out of his mouth, lingering for an extra millisecond.
"You are damned sexy," Heath said sitting up.
"Oh cut it out boss man."
"Cut the humble act."
"No, it's not an act. I'm being realistic. You date models. I'm sure nothing impresses you."
"You are just as hot, and most runway models don't have a rack or an ass like that."
"Watch it, Mister," I said, playfully jabbing his bare chest with my index finger.
"Hey, you're the one sucking on my pelvic bone." We both laughed. Okay, now I'm hammered.
"Purely professional pelvic bone sucking. We should head back inside," I said in a labored manner. "Mindy is probably wondering where the hell I went."
"Okay, help me up. Will you?"
"Lazy bum," I said giving him both of my hands. I try once, but he doesn't give me any assistance. "Come on, what are you, like six feet, 180 pounds?"
"Actually six-three, 195."
"Help a girl out. These heels are tough enough with my weight on them in this sand and not an additional two hundred pounds."
"Okay, let's count to three."
"You are so difficult. One, two, three!"
I gave him a big tug, and he stood up with great force at the same moment. Before I knew it I was losing my footing, stepping back into the sand, with Heath's frame falling over me. The sand puffed up like clouds around us. I squinted as the grains rained back down.
There he was: shirtless, warm, his chest pressing against mine with each inhale. We both laughed, a hearty, drunken, laugh. And then, he looked at me, and the way the new moon rested just above his right shoulder in the
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