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We’re standing at the window, and Taron slides his thumb along the line of my jaw. We’re both breathing fast, and I’m trembling all over—only, it’s not from fear.
“Okay.” He smiles like he knows something I don’t. Leaning down, he kisses me once more, tugging my lips with his, before stepping through my open window and hopping down to the ground.
I watch him dash across the lawn, wishing I could call him back.
He pauses and looks over his shoulder once more, giving me a wave. I wave back before resting my cheek on my hand, feeling the glow radiating through my skin.
7
Taron
Lying in my bed, I can still feel her in my arms, still smell her hair, still feel her soft lips against mine. Noel LaGrange… I don’t know her middle name. It should be something beautiful like her.
Something with long, silky brown hair and golden-brown eyes. Her skin is so soft under my touch, her nipples hard against my chest.
I think about other girls I’ve been with. Some were interesting, some were funny, some were smart… None of them were her.
She looks at me like she feels the same way I do… like we’ve found something special. Like I’m the best thing she’s ever seen. Like the world has shifted and everything’s different.
I want her dreams to be my dreams. I want to hold her in my arms all night. I want to explore her, taste her, be inside her. I want her on top of me, under me…
I wonder ho
w she’ll sound when I make her come. I picture my lips against her shoulder, my face in her soft hair, inhaling the scent of peaches and coconut on her skin…
I’ve found her.
She’s with me, drifting into my room on the soft night air. I cover her small breasts with my hands, pulling a nipple into my mouth. With my knee, I slide her thighs apart, and as I plunge deep into heaven, she exhales a moan, soft and low.
Our bodies move together in a rhythmic wave, I thrust deep, and she rises to meet me. We move faster, grasping and pulling, straining to place our mouths on shoulders, collarbones, necks…
I’m so close, I want to hear her come…
One more thrust…
The obnoxious buzz of my phone alarm shatters my dream.
Sunlight breaks through the window, and I only hesitate a moment before getting out of bed, shoving down my morning wood and staggering to the bathroom. I jerk my jeans over my hips and pull on a tee, quickly brushing my teeth and step into my boots before heading out the door to the house.
Akela meets me, and I give her head a rub, jogging with her the rest of the way to the back door, where Noel is already at work in the kitchen. Hesitating on the back step, I watch her moving around making us breakfast in those cutoffs. She’s wearing a dark purple tank this time, and her hair is piled on top of her head again. I can’t think of a better way to start the day…
Our eyes meet, and I’m through the door, ready to pull her to me for a kiss when Leon and Sawyer burst into the room, breaking the moment. We only get to touch hands, steal longing glances when their backs are turned.
Jay’s crew arrives before we finish, and while I want to hang back and help her clean up, Sawyer hustles us out the door before I can start. I’m in the field with the men before she leaves the house.
The rest of the day is the same as the one before—hell, the whole week is the same, except the sun beats down hotter. We’re exhausted by mid-afternoon, but at night, I slip across the yard to her bedroom window. She shows me what she’s working on, and I hold her in my arms. Akela lies on the floor watching us happily while Noel mixes the raw ingredients—things I’ve never even heard of, shea butter and jojoba—and makes me pick my favorite scents.
She lets me kiss her, hold her, but she always sends me out the window before we can do more.
At night I dream about her. I bury my face in her hair, inhaling her soft scent, until I wake up in the morning hot and bothered and pulling on my clothes so I can get to the kitchen before her brothers, Akela running and jumping beside me all the way. Even if the guys beat me, I get to be near her, touch her, before we start another long, hot day.
“There’s got to be a place to swim around here that isn’t cold as the devil’s backside.” I’m sitting on the flatbed on Friday afternoon, Noel’s standing between my knees looking up at me.
Today she’s in a thin flowery dress that ends at the top of her thighs. Her long, dark hair is up in a ponytail, and I run my finger along the thin strap going over her shoulder, catching the ends of her hair in my fingers.
Leon led the high school crew today, and I barely saw her as she dashed around, gathering the baskets of discarded peaches and taking them to the house.
Her head tilts to the side. “My aunt used to go fishing at Hayes Lake.”
