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Please say yes.Please.
She lets out a breath that borders on a sigh. Her lips part and her face inches closer.
“I want to say hell with the damn rules, Blythe.” My hand holds hers tighter in a pleading squeeze.
Fog covers the windows inside the cab of the truck. I hold my breath, and her beat of silence is only a moment of hesitation, but it feels endless.
“Kiss me,” she whispers. “Kiss me like my mouth and every other part of me belongs to you.”
Before she changes her mind or my chest explodes, I pull her in.
Her eyes slam shut and she sucks in a breath through her nose when we close the distance between us completely. Mine stay open, watching her intently. I can’t look away. Our mouths mold together firm and unyielding. It’s a lightning bolt. A sweet surge of electricity that strikes right through us both.
Eyes still open, I see her brows rise as she pulls away and gasps for air. A sweet flush of pink covers her cheeks, and she touches a fingertip to her cupid’s bow like she’s trying to make sure it’s still there despite the numbness.
The undertone of tenderness from our first kiss soon disappears. I want more.Needmore.
In a flash, I grip her right leg and pull it over my lap so that she’s straddling me. She takes either side of my face in her hands before I can even take another breath, bringing her lips to mine in a rush of desperation.
If I could freeze a feeling, it’d be this one. I’m such a fool. A stupid, dumb, cowardly fool for waiting this long to kiss her. It’s better than I dreamed it would be.
As it turns out though, we were right to avoid it for so long. Because now that we’ve kissed, I know for an absolute fact that there will never be anyone else who could send my heart into overdrive like this. It’s not possible.
I coax her lips open with my tongue, begging her to give in to me even more. She opens them, tilting her head to the side and surrendering every defense.
She arches her back and grinds down on me hard enough to make me lean back and bring my hips up to meet hers in a match of force. My hands smooth under her thighs, trying and failing to lift her closer. There’s not an inch of space between us and still, I want her pressed further onto me. The only way that’d happen is if we ripped off our pants and I sunk into her.
“Stop thinking about sticking your dick inside of me unless you’re going to do it,” she pulls away and pants. It’s not enough that she’s got a hold on me stronger than an industrial magnet. She can read my mind too.
“I wish I had time to do that right now. You have no idea,” I say as I smooth back her hair and hold my palm over the shell of her ear. It’s less about the urge to fuck her, and more about the need to be closer to her. To hold on to her.
I’d like to kiss her until our lips fall off, but the buzz of my phone reminds me that there are other things to take care of.
“Blythe…”
“I know,” she says as she presses her forehead to mine. I press my lips to hers for what I hope isn’t the last time.
She gathers her things and steps out of the truck, letting her hand linger in mine.
“Hurry back,” she orders.
And with that, she slips through the front door. It closes behind her, and all that’s left to look at is the red cranberry wreath that she hung there because she thought the bunkhouse needed a little more holiday cheer. She’s left her mark on me and every bit of this place since she arrived.
And I need to make sure that whatever Bash is up in arms about will do nothing to ruin that.
Chapter 27
Blythe
Don’t tell anyone what you just saw.
I’m a lot of things, but a good liar isn’t one of them. I need to act casual. Gage asked this of me, and the urge to not let him down is too strong. I have to make this work.
Things have been so easy with him up until now. I should’ve known it was too good to be true. He has a lot of explaining to do when he gets back. I’m not taking“Do you trust me”as a good enough cover-up again either.
I inhale and push out a cleansing breath. Smoothing down the ends of my hair with one hand, and opening the door with the other, I step inside with a forced smile on my face.
“Hey B! Grab some food and come play the winner,” Tripp yells from across the open space. He’s bent over the pool table, one eye closed, planning his next move.
