Page 90 of Make Her Mine

So, I look up at my now ex-nemesis and say, “Well, he is a genius.”

At least Jefferson looks surprised for one second. I appreciate that. But then his expression grows…hot.

And I’m definitely in trouble.

Or maybe I’m the opposite of in trouble.

Maybe this is fantastic.

My stomach suddenly does a little swoop-y thing that I kind of like and I think, yeah, this could be fantastic.

Either way, things are about to change for Jefferson and me.

“Harlow—”

“Come on,” Sasha says, grabbing my wrist and tugging me closer to the fire. “S’more time.”

There’s a fleeting look of frustration on Jefferson's face and I feel an echo of it in my chest.

We need to talk.

We also need to kiss.

We really need to kiss. More than talk. Kiss, then talk.

I really, really want to kiss him some more.

In front of people, in private, whatever. Just very not-faking-it kiss.

I’m caught up for a few minutes, toasting marshmallows, and sliding them between chocolate-bar-covered graham crackers. And I’ve never not been in a good mood when s’mores were involved.

Especially, when Jefferson joins us, and gets in right next to me. He steals a marshmallow off the end of my stick, and I turn to protest but instead find myself watching him put the gooey morsel in his mouth and then lick his thumb and forefinger.

He looks down to find me watching him suck on his finger.

He drags it out slowly, then reaches for my face, dragging his thumb, that’s still wet from his mouth, over the corner of my lip.

He shows me the bit of chocolate he removed, then slides his thumb into my mouth.

Oh, yes.

I close my lips around his thumb and suck gently, then swirl my tongue over the pad.

The look in his eyes is scorching.

I feel heat flare in my belly and a tingle between my legs and suddenly, I can’t wait to get back to his house.

Things are changing, for sure, and as far as my panties are concerned, it is all for the better.

Someone cranks up the music and my friends, who now have alcohol and sugar coursing through their systems, start to dance.

“Dance with us!” Mia says, coming up next to me.

This is a regular part of the agenda. Dancing with my girlfriends around the bonfire is one of my favorite ways to blow off steam.

The thing is, I haven’t had the kind of steam that’s building up inside of me right now, in a long time.

The corner of Jefferson's mouth curls up. “Go on,” he says. “I always love watching you dance.”

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