Page 43 of Vince
Slowly, he leans in to kiss me. His lips are tender against mine, and the entire world around me disappears. The river could rise, and I wouldn’t even notice as long as I stayed in his arms.
When he pulls back to end our kiss, I grip the back of his neck, holding him in place. There’s no way I’m finished kissing him just yet.
I don’t care that I just ate something.
I don’t care that I’m lying on a hard rock.
And I certainly don’t care that I’m in public.
All I care about is being in his arms and experiencing this fucking amazing kiss.
The forest could go up in flames from the fire burning inside me, and I’d be none the wiser. All I know is I want this man to keep his magnificent lips on mine, and I need to taste more of him.
Unfortunately—wearein public.
I hear kids yelling before I see them, and Vince bolts upright, pulling me along with him. His wide eyes search for the incoming family that’s fast approaching. He runs a hand down his face and reaches out to adjust my sweatshirt. A sheepish expression forms as he shakes his head at me. “I’m pretty sure you’re nothin’ but trouble.”
Raising an eyebrow, I replay his words in my mind.
Just how does he expect me to take that?
Before my defensive thoughts fly out of my mouth, he leans in to peck me chastely to keep my mouth occupied.
When the family reaches the opening to the trail head, he pulls back and winks. “Simmer down, Syd. I meant that in the best way possible.”
