Page 18 of Heat & Hard Candies

Jordan followed behind us, flying with his wings rather than in the copter.

The show had stopped allowing the men to carry the compatible women through the sky after the second season. I was pretty sure it was part of their effort to make the women feel more comfortable, and appreciated that. I didn’t want to fly in anyone’s arms except Kyle’s, even though I couldn’t admit it to anyone but him.

The helicopter landed twenty minutes later, and we both stood. Kyle’s hands were on my hips as he led me out, lifting me before I could step down.

I loved the way he manhandled me, as ridiculous as it sounds. The big hands, the dominance, the bossiness…

I didn’t think I’d ever get enough.

The hot springs were gorgeous, smooth pools of black stone surrounded by palm trees. There was thick, soft-looking sand on the beach nearby. I figured some kind of human or fae intervention had made the place as idyllic as it was, because it looked like something straight off a travel blog.

Kyle only gave me a moment to take the sight in before he had me pinned against a palm tree, and his mouth crashed into mine.

My fingers wrapped around his biceps as I kissed him back just as passionately as he kissed me. Our tongues and mouths fought, his erection hard and thick against my abdomen.

When he finally pulled away, his gaze was intense. Our chests heaved together, rising and falling quickly.

“Oz said you talked about books,” he growled.

I nodded. “We talked about my favorite series on the way back from the reward. The rest of the trip was awkward.”

“What series?”

“It’s calledForbidden Mates. I couldn’t believe he’d read them too. When I get talking about books, it’s hard to stop.”

“You’ll tell me about them.” The words were an order.

The fact that he was commanding me to tell him about books?

It was sexy as hell.

“Deal.”

He kissed me again, with less anger behind it. His muddy hands slid into my messy, undone hair. I’d been dying to braid it back again ever since I washed it at the spa, but I didn’t know how to do the French braids the stylists had given me before I started the game.

I kissed him back, sliding my arms around his neck and using the position to pull myself up a little higher.

He realized what I was doing, and lifted me off my feet.

My legs wrapped around his waist, and he pressed his cock against my center. Despite the fabric separating us, it felt amazing.

The kiss went on for ages before Kyle finally pulled away, growling, “If there weren’t cameras here, I’d be fucking you against this tree right now.”

My entire body was already flushed, but his words didn’t cool me down any. “Is there anywhere private we can go?”

He looked backward. “A bathroom. It doesn’t look big.”

“Big enough, though?”

His eyes gleamed. “I like the way you think, Beautiful.”

It had been too long since I heard him call me that.

Way too long.

There was a shower nearby with three wooden walls and a flimsy curtain to give you just enough privacy while you washed up. Kyle carried me there, first, and dropped his shorts so he could rinse the mud off him. My t-shirt followed, since he’d covered that too, and a glance at my shorts showed that they needed the same treatment.

I slipped out of them while he scrubbed himself clean with soap, his back to the flimsy curtain to block everyone else’s sight.

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