It’s easy to lose myself in the feel of her body pressed against mine, in the way her tiny fingers curl into the short hair at my nape, in the way she’s holding onto me just as tightly as I am to her.
Everything about this moment feels like a dream. To kiss her, to seal our mouths together—but more importantly, the fact she’s kissing me back sends a whirl of bonfire sparks soaring inside my veins.
I squeeze her softness right below the flare of her hips, pinning her between the side of my truck and the bulk of my torso, devouring the sweet little moans she makes. Christ. I could drink down those breathy little noises all day long.
Having her wrapped around me, pressed against me, secure beneath me… yeah, that has my dick rock fucking hard.
No way I’m gonna be able to pretendthatisn’t real.
When I pull back, I give one last tug on her bottom lip. Ever so gently pulling on the plump swell between my teeth, before letting her go. It’s taking everything in me to break this kiss, to put the brakes on for one goddamn second to make sure I’m not way off base here.
Mia gazes at me from behind a curtain of heavy lashes, looking at me like she’s my every Christmas miracle.
Wearing my hat like it was made for her.
She’s breathing hard. Following a hasty swallow, her little pink tongue pokes out to wet her lips, and I continue to stare, because how could I not?
“I think—I think he’s gone,” she whispers, sounding a little hoarse.
My palms stay right where they are. I simply refuse to let this girl go, and I dare to allow myself a little hope that she feels the same way when her fingers continue to lightly toy with my hair. It’s possible I’ll damn well crawl to have her fingers on me like this again. To have her brush that delicate touch in exploration of other places. Christ, it’s electrifying, every time she absently rubs the short strands between her fingers.
I can’t help but picture what it would look like to see her fingers threaded through Henri’s darker, longer locks. The image hits me like a bolt of how damn perfect they’ll look together. All of us together.
“You can put me down if you want…” She exhales a little shakily.
No fucking way. Refusing to let her go, I search her eyes instead. “Do you really want to stay in a cabin by yourself?” My voice is coarse, filled with desire and desperation for this girl.
She looks at me wide-eyed. “What do you mean?”
Dropping my mouth to brush my lips over hers, dragging a little wetness across her plump mouth, I let out a groan at how fucking incredible she feels. There are far too many places I want to indulge with my mouth and tongue, just for starters.
“I mean exactly that, sweet girl… no tricks or games.” Letting my mouth roam a little more freely, I trace her soft skin along her jaw until I reach the shell of her ear. “I’m asking if you want me to be a gentleman, walk you to your door, then say goodnight, before we go our separate ways? Or…”
Mia makes the sultriest sound as I drag my stubble across her soft skin. “Or what?”
“Or… do you want to come home with me?”
Her breath catches. It’s the sexiest little noise.
“What about…” Mia swallows hard.
“Henri?” I draw back to look directly into those big emerald eyes.
Mia nods ever so subtly. Eyelashes dropping to shield her beautiful gaze for just a moment. When she peeks back at me, question after question hovers there. A level of uncertainty that is completely understandable, all things considered, especially given the uniqueness of our circumstances.
Slowly licking my lips, I lock my focus on her. Doing my best to hold her steady not only in the palms of my hands, but in the truth behind what I’m about to tell her.
“Would it freak you out if I told you he’s already texted me five times asking if—and this is verbatim—can you please not fuck this up and make sure to bring Mia home?”
Her eyes widen. “You’re joking.”
“I’ll happily show you my phone if you need written proof.” Blowing out a breath of relief, I’m staggered she hasn’t immediately said no or run away.
After a beat, her brow creases. “The two of you aretogether.”
“We are.” Giving her a long look, I weigh up how to explain things. “We have a relationship that a lot of people might willfully misunderstand. There’s room for him and me to be in love, while also knowing we both want more than just what we can give each other.”
She nibbles on her bottom lip.
