Page 71 of Booked on a Feeling

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he whispered against her ear.

That made her pause and weigh her options.Hmm.Orgasm or to-do list. Orgasm or to-do list.

“Fine,” she succumbed at last, “but I’m holding you to it.”

Jack chuckled and tugged her out of the store. She waved a quick goodbye to Shannon and skipped to keep up with him.

“If we hurry, I could give you the whole tour,” he said once they were inside her apartment.

“I’m not sure I understand what that means, but I’m in.” She whipped her shirt off and threw it on the ground.

“Good. You can wear your swimsuit under your clothes.” He rummaged around her cupboards. “Did we eat all the granola bars? That’s okay. We’ll have to stop by my place to grab my swimming trunks anyway. I’ll pack the snacks there.”

“Umm.” She paused in the middle of kicking off her shorts. “You want to see me in my swimsuit?”

Jack slowly turned to face her. “I bet you look fucking hot in a swimsuit, but I promise to behave.”

Behave? Why? “Okay. Explain to me exactly what kind of tour you’re planning on giving me.”

“Didn’t I do that already?” Two grooves appeared between his brows. “I’m going to take you white-water rafting. And if we have time, we can hike and swim for a bit.”

“What? That’s thewhole tour?” She suddenly felt very underdressed. “Where is the orgasm?”

He finally seemed to notice that she was half-naked, and understanding filled his eyes. Understanding and hot, scorching lust. He took a step toward her with an expression that made her want to rip her panties off. But he jerked to a stop and clenched his fists by his sides.

“I’m not letting you leave Weldon without enjoying some ofthe outdoors,” he said with conviction—which was admirable, considering his gaze was glued to her lace-clad boobs. He finally met her eyes with some effort. “You spend every day inside your office in LA, and you’ve been spending all your time in the bookstore and this apartment since you got here. You need this.”

Nature was supposed to do wonders for one’s mental health—therapists actually prescribed time with nature to their patients—but Lizzy was doing incredibly well since she came to Weldon even being indoors all the time. In fact, she didn’t remember having to take her anxiety medication once. Still, Jack wanted to do this for her, and it could only help her.

“Okay. It does sound like fun.” She rose on her tiptoes and pecked him on the cheek. His hands tightened briefly around her arms as she drew back. She smiled. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, but the great outdoors awaited. “I’m going to change in the bathroom. Be back in a sec.”

She only took two steps before he caught her wrist and pulled her flush against him, his lips meeting hers in a crushing kiss. She nearly stumbled when he pushed her away after a moment as though he didn’t trust himself to hold on to her a second longer.

“I’ll find time to fit in that orgasm during the tour,” he promised, his chest heaving slightly.

“Oh, goodie,” she said, flushing from head to toe.

She hadn’t planned on going swimming but had packed her red bikini anyway. And she was glad she had. Not just because it came in handy for river rafting fun, but she looked freaking fantastic in it. Her boobs weren’t big by any standards, but they were round and perky, and the halter-type bikini made them look voluptuous. She turned around to check out her ass in the mirror and nodded her approval.

If she walked out in her bikini, she was fairly certain thatJack would rip it off before she could utter,Behold my splendor.Lizzy only hesitated for a few seconds before she pulled on a cropped T-shirt and a pair of shorts to hide away her deliciousness. Now that she’d adjusted her expectations, she was looking forward to spending the day outdoors.

“What? I don’t get a sneak preview?” Jack complained when he saw that she was fully dressed.

“Trust me,” she said with a cheeky grin. “You won’t be able to handle it.”

“This I have to see.”

He stalked toward her, and she held out her hand. “Halt. Box those sexy thoughts to go. I was promised a day in the sun.”

“Who even needs white-water rafting?” he grumbled as he followed her outside.

“Someone insistedIdid.” She trotted down the stairs, shouldering her tote bag.

“What an asshat.” His footsteps fell heavily behind her.

The genuine regret in his voice did funny things to her stomach. She’d never felt so wanted before. Her previous relationships were about compatible career goals and similar social circles. They were convenient and practical. The passion and spontaneity of what she and Jack had was way out of her comfort zone. And she loved every moment of it. The insatiable desire, the heart palpitations, the laughter. All of it.

It.

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