“Fuck that, Blue Eyes.” He grabbed her face with both hands. “I knew your lips would own me.” He crushed his mouth to hers with an urgency he’d never felt before, as if she were the very air he needed to breathe. Their kisses were fierce and bruising. She tasted sweet and sinful, opening wide for him. She was so fucking eager, he couldn’t get enough. His tongue plunged deeper. He wanted to taste all of her, to explore her mouth until he knew it by heart. His hands moved over her roughly and greedily as he lifted her onto his lap. Her fingers dove into his hair, and she held on tight, rocking against his cock, sending heat scorching through him.

Hell yeah, baby. They feasted on each other’s mouths. Desperate ravenous beasts intent on pleasure. He fucked her mouth with his tongue the way he ached to fuck her sweet body, so thoroughly they’d both forget their painful pasts. The whistle and crack of fireworks sounded in the distance, but he didn’t give a shit. He was lost in the feel of her grinding against him, arching and moaning into his mouth. A growl rumbled up his throat, and he felt her smile against his lips. She was so damn sexy, he needed more. He pushed his hand beneath her sweater, cupping her breast, and squeezed her nipple through her thin lace bra, earning a lustful moan that made his dick ache. He was vaguely aware of shouting between the hisses and booms of the fireworks, but as their tongues tangled, he intensified their kisses, taking her down onto her back. She felt so fucking good beneath him, petite, feminine, and fierce. She spread her legs wide, and he lifted one at her knee, clutching her ass with his other hand, holding her still as he ground harder against her center. She moaned, long and low and so damn sensually, he wanted to be inside her and feel her body hum around his cock. Her hips rose, rocking and gyrating just as someone shouted, sounding closer.

Her eyes flew open, the sharp gash of annoyance breaking through the lust in her eyes, bringing reality crashing in as she said, “Shit. My brothers.”

“Fuck. What am I doing?” He moved off her.

“Well, you were kissing me senseless,” she said adorably as she straightened her sweater.

He shook his head. He’d lost his damn mind, and he’d lost it in her. “That shouldn’t’ve happened.”

Her brows knitted as her brothers shouted her name again from down the beach. Fireworks lit up the sky, and the colorful bursts illuminated her face. He saw a flash of hurt, but in the next second, it was erased by anger.

“Madigan, I’m sor—”