Page 45 of You, Me, and Forever

I laughed and took another sip of wine. “Of course that’s where you’d take it.”

“Actually, as much as I would enjoy that, I think there’s something that would be even better.”

“Wow. Better than a blow job. Let’s hear it.”

“Come home with me.” He tipped his head back to look at the darkening sky as if he hadn’t just said something surprising.

“Come home with you? To New York?”

“Yep. I’ve got a plane. I fly out tomorrow. We’d be home Sunday night.”

“Where would I stay?”

His gaze locked with mine, and he smirked. “I have a large apartment in the city. There’s plenty of room for both of us.”

“And what would I be required to do there?” I asked, my heart racing.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. I’m not hiring you to sleep with me.” He laughed. “We’ll go to New York, we’ll eat good food, and you’ll come to the world’s most awkward dinner party that will be pretentious as fuck. You can pretend that you’re crazy about me to distract my father and help me survive it.”

“Myles St. James, are you asking me to pretend to be in love with you?”

“You can do whatever you want. I’d prefer to be distracted when I’m there. It’ll make it easier.”

“I thought you had ladies that you take out in the city. You don’t have someone there that would like to go with you?”

“I have plenty of women I could ask, Montana.” He took another pull from the bottle and then looked at me. “But I’m asking you. The woman I’d like to take with me.”

“Fine. I’ll be your doting girlfriend this weekend.” I sighed. “And feel free to kiss me whenever you want. That was a fabulous kiss tonight.”

He chuckled and put the cork back in the wine bottle and set it down on the floor of the canoe. “You liked that?”

“I did.”

“Come here.” His voice was gruff and commanding.

My eyes widened as I carefully maneuvered myself forward, and he tugged me onto his lap. I had one leg on each side as I straddled him. His hands were on my face, my neck, in my hair. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Montana Kingsley. And you don’t ever have to ask me if you want my lips on yours.”

“What are you saying?” I teased. “I can kiss you anytime I want while you’re here in Blushing?”

“Anytime you want.”

I leaned forward, my mouth crashing into his.

Apparently, I wanted to kiss him right now.

Chapter TwelveMyles

We’d made out for so long on the canoe that I was certain my dick would need medical attention if we continued; it was hard as steel.

I’d carried her from the dock to my house.

I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing, but I wanted this.

Wanted her.

Once we were inside, I set her on the kitchen counter and stepped back. “Fuck. What are you doing to me?”

Her gaze searched mine. “Does this mean you like kissing me as much as I like kissing you?”

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