Her lashes fluttered open, and she blinked up at me.

I reminded myself of the million reasons why I shouldn’t do this. With everything else going on in my life, I didn’t need complications. But Abbie briefly placed her fingertips against her mouth, and I forgot about what the prudent thing to do would be. Instead, I dragged her forward and kissed her again. On a shocked breath, she opened for me again. I angled my head to deepen the kiss, and all thoughts of good sense evaporated.

This is stupid.

Stop.

Do you really think you can touch her once and stop?

Barely aware of what I was doing, I cupped her face and rubbed a thumb over her cheek. Unable to stop kissing her, I delved my tongue inside, tasting her. Her unique flavor wove an intoxicating web around me, trapping me like any beautiful predator.

When I touched my tongue to hers, she stilled and backed away, flattening a hand against my chest.

My heart thudded so fast, I worried I'd have a heart attack. Pain radiated center mass as I waited for her response. Her fingers clenched in the lapels of my shirt, but she still held herself back from me. Shit. I'd taken it too far. I’d wanted a taste, and I’d taken more than she was prepared to give. “Abbie, I'm sorry. I got—”

She cut me off by tugging me to her and fusing our lips together.

Holy. Shite.

I didn’t need further invitation and dragged her onto my lap so she straddled me, her dress shifting up to expose her thighs.

My brain managed a few strangled messages like, You're literally making out with this girl in public. What if a photographer catches you? But the rational messages were drowned out by the pounding need coursing through my veins.

Abbie dipped her tongue into my mouth, and my brain stopped functioning. Sliding my tongue over hers, I tried to decipher every flavor. Mostly, she tasted like something sweet, strawberries—maybe her lip-gloss, maybe the strawberry infused sake.

I sucked on her tongue, and she gasped into my mouth. When I did it again, she responded in kind by doing the same to me. The electric current flowing through my body sent a jolt of electricity straight to my dick.

Holding her tighter, my fingers skimmed her waist and slipped under my jacket to play with the skin on her bare back. She gently rose on her knees, then resettled on my lap, bringing her molten heat more solidly against me. She repeated the action over and over again, and anything rational flew out of my head. I clamped both hands on her hips and rocked mine in a steady rhythm. The more she rode me, the more I groaned.