Page 45 of Major Love

And in less than ten minutes we’re back on the road, our drenched coats folded in the back as Jason flips up the heating.

We’re soaked head to toe, but I’m actually not mad about it.

I steal a peek at Jason’s quads, firm and flexing under the wet denim.

When we reach a stop sign in town, Jason swipes a large palm through his dripping hair, before subtly reaching down and gripping his crotch.

I whip my head around so fast I almost whack my face against the window.

“You okay over there?” he rumbles, sounding amused as he rounds the corner.

I risk a glance in his direction and see that gorgeous dimple out to play.

He catches me looking and laughs as he shifts his large thighs on his seat.

“I had a really great time today,” I tell him honestly.

“Me too,” he replies. He hooks his arm behind my seat and glances down at me as we approach Casey’s cabin, swiping his tongue over his lower lip as if he’s preparing himself to say something.

In less than a minute he’s pulling up at the bottom of the driveway, keeping the engine running so that the heater continues warming our wet clothes.

“Do you really think that it’s going to snow tomorrow?” I ask, eyeing the bright white sky as the rain hits the windshield.

“Hell yeah,” he tells me. “It’s been holding off on us for months. It’s already a white-out up the mountains so I knew it wouldn’t be long ’til it reached lower ground.”

“I guess you would know, working for search-and-rescue and all.”

And then his eyes flash to mine faster than you can sayoh, we’re really gonna have this out now, huh?

He gives me a long, unhurried once-over, that large chest heaving as he watches me.

“Not the time for that conversation, Sunday,” he murmurs, gripping his free hand at the nape of his neck and then exhaling roughly as he plants it back on the steering wheel.

I fluff my hair with my fingers and reach into the back to grab my coat. “Fine.”

“Sunday,” he rumbles quietly, and I glance over my shoulder to meet his eyes. “Another time. I don’t wanna ruin the day that I’ve just had with you.”

My heart pounds in my chest as I pick up my jacket, my lashes fluttering. “Okay.”

His heated gaze searches mine before he slowly reaches up and gently lifts back the brim of the cowboy hat.

Hiscowboy hat.

That I’d totally forgotten that I was wearing.

Smile lines crinkle at the corners of his eyes as he eases the hat from my hair, before tossing it in the back without looking at where it lands.

I settle back in the passenger seat and smile up at him as he towers over me.

He waits for a couple of beats before finally voicing the question on his mind. He shifts his quads a little wider and asks, “Think you might want to hang out again?”

I wrap my arms around my chest, playfully deliberating. “Mmm, maybe.”

His lets out a self-deprecating laugh. “‘Maybe’,” he repeats gently, his cheekbones flushing as he bounces his thigh.

Then he glances down at me again, his sparkling irises totally molten.

“Can I call you?” he asks.

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