I slide the hand in her hair down the side of her neck and then skim my fingers over the side of her bikini top. She shivers and arches into me, encouraging me to touch her there. I detour and wrap my arm around her back, then with the other I open the door. “No, don’t run away yet.” She stops kissing me only to protest, then covers my mouth with hers again. “Not running away,” I manage to get out as we devour each other. “Taking you with me.” I maneuver out of the car like a man on a mission with her glued to my front. “I can walk,” she says, but then wraps her arms around my neck and her
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