Page 88 of Rocky Mountain Devil
Laurel frowned. “What if he doesn’t? He’s not about to go buy some at the 7-Eleven with me in the car.”
Nic snorted. “Yeah, that would end well.” She hesitated. “Give me a second. There might be a backup stash still in the truck.”
Her friend vanished, and Laurel slipped back to the fire, settling beside Rafe who curled himself around her instantly. Nicole returned a few minutes later, giving her a secret thumbs-up that set her cheeks heating.
It was nearly midnight before they gathered the bowls and glasses and called it a night. Laurel gave the girls hugs, the guys did that pound-each-other-on-the-back thing, and all three couples headed in different directions.
Nicole patted the pocket of Laurel’s coat on the sly, and she slipped her hand inside to discover a half-dozen thin, square packages.
Oh boy.
The lights were out at the rental—and Jesse’s truck was nowhere to be seen.
“Think Blake and Jaxi tied Jesse to something to keep him there for the night?” Rafe asked with a laugh.
“They probably just offered him food.”
“Ha, yeah. You’re right.” Rafe slipped her out the door and headed toward her car. “That was a great evening. Thanks for making my day end better than it started.”
He had no idea what she was planning. “No prob.”
“You want to get together tomorrow?”
“Why don’t we decide when we wake up?” Laurel suggested.
Rafe shrugged. “Sure, I guess. I’ll call you then.”
She took a deep breath. She ignored the open door he held for her, slipping into his arms instead. “How about you roll over and tell me? Since I plan to stay the night.”
Chapter Nineteen
For that spilt second before his brain caught up with his hearing, he must’ve looked like the dumbest son of a gun, staring as if he’d lost his mind.
“What?”
She didn’t answer with words. Instead she wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck, tugging him down until their lips met.
The sweet taste of her slipped into his system and raced through him as if she’d pulled a starting cord. He’d heard what she said, and he was pretty certain he knew exactly what she intended.
Sleeping?
Sex.
Even as his brain fought to decide if this was the right time, his body was shouting it was the most perfect fucking time, and he needed to stop with the brain bullshit and let the smarter parts of his anatomy take control.
Hallelujah and amen. Yes to thehell, yeson sex.
Rafe picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips, kicking the car door closed before he raced toward the house. The heat of her body against his fried his senses. He’d wanted to go slow, not just getting to this moment, but once they’d reached it.
Slow? What the hell did he know about goingslow? They were rubbing together like two crazed animals as he stumbled his way into the house, slamming the door shut behind them. He whirled and jammed her against the wall. Holding her there with his body, frantically kissing his way down her neck. Laurel dug her fingernails into his shoulders, scratching hard. The most amazing noises escaped her lips as she encouraged him on.
Thank God for casual clothes because he didn’t think he would’ve survived dealing with tiny buttons or delicate lace. She had on pretty things, but he could barely see them, his gaze lust-filled as he somehow dragged his hands off her and lowered her to the ground. He reached to grab the bottom of her shirt, and their hands tangled.
Laurel laughed. “Take off your clothes, baby. First one naked wins.”
He caught her wrists in his hands. Pausing for one last moment. “Are you sure about this?”
His voice rasped like a mad man on the edge of control. Maybe that’s why she didn’t give him hell, or start in on how she should know her own mind.
