Page 296 of Boots, Bucket Lists & Bad Ideas
She smirks, and her hand drifts lower, teasing along my ass, pressing just enough to make me squirm. “And you loved every second of it, didn’t you?”
I swallow hard, voice rough. “Yes. Yes, I did.”
She leans closer, pressing her body against my back, one hand curling around my shoulder. “That’s what I like to hear.” She kisses the side of my face.
My cock still throbs, every nerve buzzing, but the heat of her pressing against me, her fingers tracing teasing lines over my skin, it’s enough to make me stiffen again. Not quite like before, but the ache of wanting more, of needing her, is real.
I’m still catching my breath, chest heaving, when it hits me. “Shit, we’re going to have to wash these sheets before anyone gets back.”
Her eyes flash with mischief. “I don’t care about that.” She pushes me to my back and curls up beside me. “We can worry about the sheets later.”
We lay together for a long time, her head tucked under my chin, leg draped over my body, and fingers curled loosely against my chest. My arm holds her snug against me, and I could stay like this forever.
My breath slows, syncing with hers, and I let my eyes slip closed. The steady rise and fall of her chest pulls me into a contented quiet I haven’t felt in a long time. The weight of exhaustion presses, and all the noise in my head fades into nothing.
We drift off, but I’m not sure how long it lasts before the sharp, shrill ring of a phone jolts us awake. The obnoxious ringtone doesn’t belong to me.
Jade sits straight up, rubbing her eyes. “That’s Josie.” Her voice is soft and raw, like she’s still tangled in her dreams.
That vulnerable sound makes me want to hold her closer, but she throws off the sheet wrapped around us, and it lands on my face.
She crawls out of the bed. “She thinks she’s funny changing my ringtone.”
“Let it go to voicemail,” I growl, pulling the sheet off my head, and catching sight of her.
The curve of her collarbone. The swell of her breasts. The patch of curls between her legs.
My dick twitches.
Nope.
Down boy.
“She won’t give up, and I don’t want them coming looking for us.” A sleepy smile tugs the side of her lips as she glances at the mess we left on the bed.
Bloody hell.
She snatches her phone off the dresser. “Josie, stop changing my ringtone tone.”
Her small, almost unconscious movements are adorable: her slow blink, slight stretch, and quiet sigh.
“Tonight’s bucket list plans are locked in.” Josie’s on speakerphone and her voice charges with an energy that slices through the intimate space we’ve created just for us.
“You and Hart—is Hart there? Hi Hart. Of course, he’s there. Where are you guys? Whatcha doing?”
My head hurts.
“He’s here, but what’s the plan for tonight?” Jade sets the phone on the dresser and grabs a robe off the floor.
I kick off the sheets and crawl across the bed on all fours, intent on ridding that robe from taking away my view.
“I remember seeing hay bales in the book, remember that?”
Page sixteen. A make-out session is involved.
I kneel on the edge of the bed and tug on the fabric.
“Uh-huh. Hay bales.” Jade pulls the robe with a warning glare, starting to tie the belt around her waist.
