Page 106 of Caught in the Axe
“L-Lila,” I choked out over the music.
She wedged herself in front of me, boxing out the redheaded woman friend of the Gagnons.
My heart flipped over in my chest at her proximity. We were in public, yet she was standing so close I could feel her warmth. Huh.
“The band is great,” she said, already swaying to the music. “I love Zach Bryan.”
We stood facing each other awkwardly for a few moments before she stood up on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear. “A flannel shirt? Are you trying to kill me?”
I snorted, and when she dropped back to the balls of her feet, I gave her a wink. “I’ve been spending a lot of time with the boys out in the woods. I’m embracing my inner lumberjack.”
I’d ordered a dozen online last week after she’d made an offhand comment about how I’d look hot in one, but she didn’t need to know that.
Her eyes were dancing, even as she rolled them at me. “Not fair.”
I chuckled to myself. Hell no, I wasn’t playing fair. She should know that by now. I knew what I wanted, and I’d do what I could to get it. I wanted her to be mine. Now and always. Officially and publicly. So if I had to grow out my beard and embrace the flannel, then so be it.
When the band took a break, she gave me a pointed look, then sauntered toward the back door. Halfway there, she peeked over her shoulder and winked.
I pulled my phone from my pocket and checked the screen, like I’d gotten a call I needed to answer, then made my way through the crowd, heading out the front. Once I hit the sidewalk, I rounded the large building. The parking lot was down the hill and well lit, but this side of the bar backed up against the forest.
“This isn’t sketchy at all,” I said, striding right up to her. “You miss me?”
In response to my question, she splayed her hands on either side of my face and pulled my face down to kiss the hell out of me.
I braced one hand against the side of the building and let her go wild. God, I’d missed her. We’d texted and spoken on the phone, but the relief of being able to touch her was palpable. She gripped my hair as she slid her tongue into my mouth, and I temporarily forgot that we were making out like teenagers behind a dive bar off Highway 16.
I pulled back. “Good to see you too.”
“You’re an asshole. Coming in here, looking like that,” she teased, pulling her lip between her teeth. “How am I supposed to keep my panties on?”
Desire stirred inside me as I zeroed in on her mouth.Damn, I loved her sass, and I loved that she was comfortable enough to be her true self when she was with me.
“I still have beard burn everywhere,” she said.
I squeezed her ass hard. “Good. Evidence that I did my job.” I bit down on her earlobe.
She arched her back and my mind was flooded with the need to taste her. Right here and now.
“Were you trying to make me jealous?” She moaned.
My laugh bounced off the wall behind her. “Jealous? Because I came to a bar and drank a beer while my brother played music?”
“You were flirting with those women.” Her tone was light, but she couldn’t hide the worry in her eyes.
I shook my head. “I exchanged pleasantries with a few members of the opposite sex. Hardly flirting. But,” I bent down and kissed her neck, “jealousy looks good on you. I think I like you like this.”
She pushed me back. “Really? Angry and horny?”
“Oh yes. I love it.” And I had the hard dick to prove it.
I picked her up and pushed her against the wall, relishing the way she wrapped her legs around my waist. God, I could get lost in her all night.
She let out a needy whimper that shot straight to my cock. Shit, I needed to get myself under control.
I put her down gently and smoothed my hands down her arms. “I’m not fucking you next to a dumpster outside the Moose.”
She glared up at me. “Then take me home and fuck me.”
