Page 50 of Secrets and S'mores
A beautiful flush rises up her neck as she buries her face in the cushion to stifle giggles.
“Seriously?” I ask.
Wiping at her eyes, she takes a deep breath to steady herself and says, “To be fair, it was Marigold’s plan.”
“Girls are weird,” I grumble, tucking the chickens into my pocket.
Her amused smirk makes my stomach clench. She’s stunning.
It takes a moment to focus with her so near, but soon I’m showing her the controls for a racing game.
She sits cuddled up against my chest. My arm is around her waist, so my controller sits against her hip and her head rests against the hollow of my neck. Having her soft figure pressed against me is distracting, and I crash my race car on the first round.
Before we can race again, Cedar clears his throat. He leans against the archway that leads to the hallway. “Hey, did anyone lose a tiny chicken?”
With a frown, he holds up a teeny purple bird between his thumb and index finger.
We dissolve into laughter and I drop my controller onto the rug.
“What?” he asks.
“I have no idea, dude,” I wheeze. “But that’s fucking hilarious.”
Shaking his head, Cedar disappears back to his room.
“I hope he likes them,” Ember whispers. Turning my head, we’re nose to nose. “Cause there’s a lot of them hidden in his stuff. Marigold primarily got them for him.”
“So am I just a casualty and you guys mainly hit Cedar?” I ask, just as quietly.
When she shakes her head, her emerald hair shimmers. “Nope, all you boys got chickened.”
Chuckling, I grab her chin and tip her mouth up to mine for a brief kiss.
With a wicked grin, she pulls away. “I think we were in the middle of a race.”
It takes concentrated effort to take my hands off her and return to our game. But feeling her laugh vibrate through me as she plays the video game is another type of paradise.
Ember races recklessly, crashing her car and swerving off the road every few seconds. She scrunches her eyes closed and laughs. I could stay like this with her forever.
As my car races by with a first place banner, I pull her up until I can kiss against her neck, below her ear. She shivers against me.
“Have I ever told you that green is my favorite color?” I murmur, twining a lock of her hair around my finger.
“Hey, I’m trying to drive here,” she says, rotating her shoulders.
“Is that what you were doing?” I ask, nipping at her skin. I’ve had enough video games with her intoxicating scent invading my senses.
She twists to face me and glares. “Maybe if you weren’t so distracting.”
“Game’s over. Want to go again?” Her pupils dilate at my words and I smirk.
“Maybe in a minute,” she says. She drops her controller onto the cushion beside us, and I set mine aside too. Achingly slow, her hand comes up to my neck and her fingertips slip below the neckline of my shirt. Why am I wearing a shirt again? More importantly, why isshewearing a shirt?
My eyes close at her touch, and I can feel her moving closer, her chest skimming mine. Kisses feather down my jaw, and I raise my chin to give her access. Her soft growl of approval nearly undoes me, but I let her control everything, my hands loosely around her hips.
Her other hand threads in my hair and she pulls, moving my face to where she wants me. One tentative kiss, and then a harder one. Her tongue licks across my mouth and I open. Her wildflower taste is the only thing I want in the world. Without breaking our kiss, she climbs over me until she’s straddling me, her thighs over mine.
My hold on her hips tightens and I slide one hand up under her shirt and up her spine. The other goes to her ass. She’s perfect.
