Page 104 of Fraud
I could see the decision in his eyes a split second before he made it. Grabbing my hips, he pulled me from the counter, flipped me around, and bent me over.
I couldn’t remember my panties falling to the floor. I couldn’t remember anything, except for the feel of his body surging into mine.
It was rough and electrifying.
It was frantic and ravenous.
It was that moment a single spark became an uncontrollable blaze, capable of taking out an entire forest in a matter of minutes.
We were that blaze.
And I never wanted to run out of oxygen.
“Where are we going?” Killian asked for the second time since leaving the house.
It was a beautiful spring day in Fremont. The air was slightly crisp, making the sun feel like a warm blanket resting along your shoulders.
“Out!” I laughed. “Let me guess. You were one of those kids who peeked under the Christmas tree, weren’t you?”
He grinned. “No. I was one of those kids who completely unwrapped the presents and played with them while my parents were out and then expertly rewrapped them before they got home.”
My jaw dropped as I continued to drive toward our destination. “That’s—”
“Smart?” he said. “Now, you’re wishing you’d thought of it, aren’t you?”
I shook my head, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. “You’re horrible.”
“That’s not what you said this morning. Or last night or—”
“Okay, maybe not horrible. Definitely sneaky though. Remind me to hide all gifts from you in the future.”
I waited for his playful response, something I knew he couldn’t resist.
But it never came.
“Killian, are you all right?” I asked, stealing a glance in his direction.
He was staring out the passenger window, quiet and reserved.
“What?” he replied almost immediately, turning toward me. “Sorry. Tired.”
“No problem. Do you want to know where we’re going?” I asked, hoping that would bring him back from wherever he’d just traveled to.
He smiled, a ghost of his normal ear-to-ear grin. “No. Surprise me.”
“Okay.”
I left him to his thoughts for the rest of the drive while I concentrated on the road. It didn’t take long to get there, but it was a scenic few miles, and I hoped Killian enjoyed it while he silently sat next to me, running his hand over mine.
I’d barely pulled up to the parking lot before I heard the groan.
“You must really have it in for me,” he said, looking around the small harbor.
“Why?” I laughed.
“Because this is not how you introduce a New Yorker to seaside living. Take me out on a cruise, let me drive a fast car down a twisty road. But this?” he said, looking around at the kayaks and canoes rentals I’d set my sights on. “This is like tossing me in headfirst into a tidal wave.”
I grinned. “Are you scared?”
