Page 93 of Make Her Mine

I cut off her laugh with a kiss.

If someone had told me a month ago I would be kissing Harlow Hansen at a bonfire party in front of all of our friends, I would’ve assumed they were drunk or giving me a code for help me, I’ve been kidnapped.

But as she lifts on tiptoe to get closer, and I press my hand into her lower back, bringing her more fully against me, it feels like the most natural, right thing in the world.

Fuck. I really need to sit on a lawn chair under a blanket with this girl.

Right now.

“Let’s go,” I say, lifting my head and turning her toward my truck.

She trips slightly as I hustle us to my truck, but I have an arm securely around her, so she stays on her feet.

“I’m flattered you’re in a hurry,” she says breathlessly, as I let go of her only long enough to haul the lounge-style lawn chair from the back of my truck.

“To get my hands on you…really on you?” I ask. “You have no idea.”

She laughs and I turn with the chair to find her hands on her cheeks. I grin and step close. “Are you blushing, Lily?”

“I think I am.” She looks almost like she can’t believe it.

“Is it that? Or are you just really turned on?” I ask, lifting my free hand and tugging one of her hands away from her face. I trace my finger down her cheek. “I think maybe you’re flushed because you want my hands on you as much as I want to put them there.”

She wets her lips. “I think you might be right.” She moves closer to me, pressing her body against me. “Now that I’ve admitted that I want you, it’s like everything in me is just all revved up and I can’t stop it or ignore it.”

I know the grin I’m giving her is absolutely wicked. “Well, hell, Harlow, I don’t think you could have said anything hotter to me.”

I hold the chair out and jerk it, causing it to unfold. She laughs.

I bend to arrange it at the end of my truck. I also reach in and grab the blanket I keep out here in my truck bed. Spontaneous bonfires are kind of a regular thing. “You sure you want to stay? I have a whole big house. And bed.”

She gives me an equally wicked grin. “Oh, let’s have fun. I haven’t had a great bonfire make out in a long time.”

I don’t want to think about her making out with anyone else out here. Ever. “It would be fun at home.” My voice is far gruffer than I intended.

Her grin grows. “It will be. I’m sure.”

This girl. I’m toast. Done. Gone.

“All right. Come here.” I sit down, stretch my legs out, and shake out the blanket. I spread my legs, making space for her.

She sits down and starts to scoot up. I reach down and wrap an arm around her waist and haul her up until her ass is pressed against my cock. My very hard-for-her cock.

She sucks in a breath, and I don’t have to wonder if she feels what she’s doing to me.

I put my mouth against her ear and say, “Whichever of us says ‘let’s go home’ first has to make breakfast in the morning.”

“Deal,” she says, breathlessly.

I lift one knee, making a tent over us and then, I have my hands on Harlow Hansen.

I rest my hands on her belly first, just drawing small circles, getting her used to my touch. But she has one hand on my extended thigh, the other on the knee of my bent leg, and the way she’s already gripping me, I can tell she’s into this. I slowly bunch the skirt of her dress up to her waist, exposing her thighs. I smooth my hands up and down both.

“I did a really good job with the lotion,” I tell her. “Your skin is like silk.”

She gives a soft laugh. “I told you it was important. Apparently,” she adds dryly.

My laugh is husky. “You were very insistent.” I move a hand up and down her thigh, moving closer to her panties this time. “Are you always so demanding when you want something?”

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