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“Do you like knowing what you do to me?” I rasp.
Lucy nods, nibbling her bottom lip.
I groan, taking her hand in mine and tugging her into me for a hug. I press a kiss to the top of her head and rock my girl back and forth.
“I’ve been dying to know what your lips taste like since the moment I laid eyes on you,” I whisper.
“And? Did they meet your expectations?”
I chuckle, kissing her head again.
“Exceeded them, by far.”
“Good,” she says in a satisfied tone.
“Maybe we can do it again soon?”
Lucy leans back, untangling herself from me. “The date or the kiss?”
“Both, if I’m lucky.”
She smiles and nods, taking a few more steps back toward her house. “I’ll pencil you in,” she teases.
I narrow my eyes at her, then laugh. “Good night, Lucy. I’ll see you soon,” I promise her before I turn and head back to my truck. I don’t know how I’m going to get through the night without her next to me, but I’ll have to manage. She’ll be mine soon enough.
FIVE
Lucy
“Are we painting ceramics again?”June asks as we head inside the shop.
I’ve had her with me for most of the day, and so far, it’s been a blast. June’s mom took another Saturday shift, so I have my Little Sister all to myself for most of the day.
“No,” I tell her with a smile. “We’re just picking up the ones we painted last week. They had to put them in the kiln and bake them, remember?”
She nods, squeezing my hand as we wait in line.
“Hey there, gorgeous,” a deep voice whispers in my ear. I jump, turning to face Remington.
How are his eyes greener than I remember? His gaze sharper? His smile brighter? Good lord, this man has my nerves buzzing as if I’m teetering on the edge of something big. From everything he’s shown me, Remington seems like someone who would catch me if I fell. He already did when we first met, so his track record is perfect at the moment.
June tugs on my arm, and I realize I’ve just been staring at Remington’s dark scruff and soft lips. I can still taste his kiss from the night of our date, still feel his lips parting mine, his tongue diving into my mouth and claiming me in possessive strokes.
“H-hey,” I stutter out, knowing my cheeks are bright pink from my wayward thoughts. “What are you doing here?” I ask him, looking between him and Noah.
“Noah!” June exclaims, hugging her best friend. “Are you picking up your ceramics too?”
“No, I think we’re painting them,” Noah tells June.
“You’re his Big Brother?” I ask Remington, and he nods.
“Yeah, we just got paired up last week. He told me that his friend June was painting ceramics last week, and I told him we could go today. That must make you June,” he says, smiling at her.
“Yeah,” she says shyly.
“Sorry, Remington, this is June. June, this is Remington.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Remington tells her.
