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“Seriously, I’m sorry I keep laughing.” He chuckles again.
Shake, shake…
“I just…. What the fuck, Birdie?”
Shake, shake…
“I didn’t think you…. I backed off, because I thought I freaked you out and I was coming on too strong.”
Shake, shake…
“Oh, believe me, no one’s been coming at all,” I reply sarcastically, licking the rain dripping off my lips as I blink faster so I can see.
And what I see is Palmer’s green eyes get darker, narrower. His hands clench down by his sides, water dripping down his thick, corded arms as he takes a stalking step toward me and then jerks to a stop.
Shake, shake…
“Goddammit, Birdie,” Palmer growls, not even bothering to wipe the rain off his face as he stares me down, that muscle ticking in his jaw again. “Say everything I can see you holding back right now before I jump to all the conclusions that are flying through my fucking head and I—”
Shake, shake…
His words cut off with another loud crack of thunder, and my heart is racing so fast I’m having a hard time taking my next breath and it feels like I’m gasping for air.
“You what?” I manage to get out, my body vibrating I’m clenching it so tightly, trying to hold myself together.
Shake, shake…
“Fucking talk to me!” he roars over the storm. “We used to be best friends, and you used to be able tell me everything!”
Pop!
“You want to know why I dated Bradley for two years?” I scream, thankful for the storm, because I can’t suck it up any longer, and at least the rain hides the tears now pouring down my face. “Because you weren’t here! And I just wanted you, and I was too afraid to tell you, and then you walked away from me so fucking easily, and I couldn’t breathe, and he made me forget for just one second that you didn’t want me!”
“Jesus Christ,” Palmer pants, staring at me in complete shock as I keep going now that I’m on a roll, and I’m already sick of crying and back to being pissed off again.
“And then you did the neck nuzzling and the getting close and the growling in my ear about goddamn sweet things you never delivered on and that I specifically just said no to alcohol for since then, and it’s been nothing but buddy-buddy and ‘hey, sweet cheeks’ ever since, like what in the actual fuck is—”
My tirade is cut off when Palmer’s arm jerks out, his hand wraps around the back of my neck, and he yanks my body forward, dipping his head and crashing his mouth to mine.CHAPTER 18Birdie
“The extra length is really helping me get it in the hole.”My back is slammed against the wall inside the maintenance shed, and I don’t even feel it. I don’t feel anything but Palmer’s lips on mine, Palmers tongue darting through my mouth, Palmer’s strong, wet, hard body anchoring me in place against the wall. My legs are wrapped around his waist with my wet skirt pushed up to my hips, and his hands….
God, his hands are everywhere.
I lost all sense of everything around me as soon as his mouth was against mine as the storm raged down on top of us. Before I could even process the explosion of sensations that shot through every nerve ending in my body at the first feel of his tongue plunging into my mouth and swirling around mine, he was grabbing the backs of my thighs and lifting me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist as he walked us across the grass through the rain, our mouths never separating.
Palmer’s hips jerk between my spread thighs, pushing me up higher against the wall, his hard cock beneath the wet fabric of his shorts sliding right against my throbbing clit, reminding me this isn’t a dream or a fantasy. This is really happening. Palmer is kissing me, his hands are touching me everywhere, he wants me, and I can feel how much, because it’s pressed right up against my center. My lace thong is sopping wet from him and not from the rain, as I shamelessly rub myself against him, needing more, needing him inside me before I explode.
It’s hot and muggy in this small room as we touch and kiss and claw at each other with frantic need, hands moving quickly over wet skin and clothes. Palmer’s mouth leaves mine long enough to hurriedly kiss his way across my wet cheek, his tongue licking and sucking away the rain on the side of my neck, my head thumping back against the wall as I pant and moan with need when he sinks his teeth into my shoulder and pumps his hips once more between my thighs.
The smell of old grass clippings, grease, oil, and gas from the lawn equipment makes everything we’re doing in this room feel dirtier, hotter. We’re in a place where we could be caught at any minute, and God, that makes me clench with need as Palmer brings his mouth back to mine and his tongue plunges deeper into my mouth. He jerks his hips rougher between my thighs and quickly skims the palm of his hand across my collarbone and down the wet tank top material over my breast before continuing down to clutch my thigh, digging his fingers into the fleshy skin like he’s doing everything he can to hold himself back.
