Page 83 of Will Bark for Pizza
I clutched the edges of the jacket with my fingers so tightly my vise grip threatened to rip the fabric. But if I didn’t hold on, I’d certainly do something reckless. Like grab his face and pull him in for that breathless kiss I so desperately wanted.
“Do you want the cabin, Kira?”
“What?”
“If you want it, it’s yours.”
I looked up into those hazel eyes, the gold flecks illuminated by the sliver of moonlight. Fuck, a girl could getlost in those kind eyes. So lost, she’d never find her way back. If I had any sense, I’d run. Now.
“Why?”
“Because it obviously means something to you.”
My gaze flickered to his lips for a beat. “That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“What’s the catch?”
Beckett brushed back the soaked locks of my hair, and cupped my cheek. His thumb caressed my damp skin, his fiery touch igniting me from the inside out. I should totally run, but my bare feet cemented themselves into the rocky sand, refusing to budge.
“Red, there is no catch.”
“There’s always a catch.”
“Not with me.” I followed the path of his parted lips as he lowered his head toward mine. “Never with me.”
I shouldn’t want his kiss, but I craved it more than the air I breathed.
“You say that like you mean it,” I said in a panted whisper. Our lips were a feather’s width apart, our breaths mingling.
“Get to know me a little better, and you’ll see that I only ever say what I mean.”
I reached for his cheek then, pulling him toward me, erasing the last sliver of space between us and pressing my lips to his at long last.
I’d written about kisses that caused the world to stop, but until this moment, I didn’t believe they were more than fiction.
Beckett’s lips moved against mine in a perfect rhythm that ignited every nerve ending from head to toe. I slid myhand to the back of his neck, curling my fingers into his neck to drag him closer. He slid a hand over my lower back, pressing me to him. Our bodies molded together as if they were designed to click perfectly into place.
Beckett jerked. “Shit! Husker!”
It took several seconds to register that Husker had freed his leash from Beckett’s boot and was running toward the parked vehicles.
“Everyone okay?” a voice hollered, shattering the moment.
Luke.
Fuck.
I jumped back, and nearly stumbled into the lake. Beckett caught me by his coat.
“Husker fell in,” I called back, spotting my six-foot-four brother walking between two trucks. I’d never been so thankful that the rutted road out here wasn’t sedan friendly. It was the only protection we had from being caught.
“And your sister went in after him,” Beckett added, following my dog, who ran for my brother, robbing me of his warmth. I yanked the flannel coat tighter around me, feeling the chill of the water for the first time since Beckett helped me out of the lake.
If it wasn’t for Husker, Luke would have caught me kissing his best friend.
I made a mental note to take Husker to Pizza Patty’s tomorrow and get him anything he wanted.
