by A. Vers
Her laughter is bright and my fucking gut clenches at the silken sound. She climbs to her feet and brushes her lips against mine.
I grip her side, hauling her up tight against me. The little inhale she makes is enough to make me consider backing her inside. Then again … My truck has a bench seat.
Her hands splay over my chest and she pushes me back. “Keep this up and we’ll get back to Lock Lake hours after everyone else.”
My eyes cover her upturned face in silver light. “Fine by me.”
She snorts, grabs her backpack, and walks around me to the truck. I pick up her duffel. “Yeah, well, you said there is an actual pool and it’s hot as hell outside.” Her damn bubble ass strains her shorts as she opens the door and climbs up to push her bag over the seat.
I’m across the space between us before I can rationalize it.
I toss her duffel in the back too, and lean down to nuzzle her face and the slim column of her throat. “We can stop at a hotel with a pool,” I murmur into her skin.
She arches back into me with a soft moan, igniting the fire even more. “Are you trying to bribe me?”
“Do I need to?” I ask, nipping at her neck.
“No.” That one word is breathy, and my smile turns feral. Wild.
“Good.”
Nisha giggles. Her hand is warm in mine as I help her up into the cab. Every damn touch is like the first one all over again, and I can’t help but to kiss her knuckles as I pull away. Her eyes spark.
Smiling like an idiot, I walk around the truck and climb into the driver’s seat.
I glance at her. “So … Tunes?”
She smirks. “That depends. What do you listen to?” Her eyes roam from the top of my head down. “No, wait. Let me guess.” She purses her lips. “Country?”
I make a face and crank the truck. Turning up the volume, old school rap filters into the interior.
For a moment, she just looks at me. Then she leans over the space, grabs the back of my neck, and kisses me hard. Before I can haul her to me, she breaks away again, leaving me panting and my body burning.
“What was that for?” I ask, voice deeper.
Her smile rocks me to the core, and I know I will never get tired of seeing it.
Like fucking ever.
She shakes her head a little, but the grin remains. “Take me to Lock Lake, T,” she says, settling down on the long seat at my side. “Take me to Lock Lake.”
I drop another kiss to her thick hair and pull off. “Happily, kitten. Happily.”
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A. Vers currently resides in Central Georgia with her husband, son, and their menagerie of pets. But she could be bribed to move if there were mountains or oceans involved.
Vers is a self-proclaimed fitness junky with a love for long distance kayaking, coffee, and heavy metal.
When not writing or reading, you can normally find her on one outdoor adventure or another.
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