Page 424 of Small Town Firsts
The brief glimpse of wet on her cheeks had me climbing out. Imagined or not, I wouldn’t make her hurt for even a minute more than necessary.
Never.
She turned to face me and her eyes went comically wide as she glimpsed me standing behind the open door of my borrowed SUV.
Then she started to run.
Stepping away from the truck, I caught her as she leaped into my arms, staggering under her weight as we collided into the side of the SUV.
“Shit, if we dent this thing?—”
Her mouth was on mine before I could finish. Her tongue slid between my lips and my hands landed on her firm little ass to hold her tight to my instantly interested groin.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you.” Each word was punctuated with a kiss. “Didn’t even need to—dammit, your mouth.”
“Umph.”It was all I could manage as I fought to keep hold of her and simultaneously thrust upward into her soft, unfortunately covered cleft.
A throat was repeatedly cleared nearby.
Neither of us cared.
“So, you must be Preston.”
“I hear a voice,” I muttered as Ryan drew my lower lip between her teeth.
“Ignore her. She’ll go away.”
“I certainly will not. I want to get a good look at him when you get done mauling him.”
Ryan slid her mouth along my jaw, dropping kisses as she went. “It’s gonna be a while. Go find Brock.”
That brought a modicum of clarity to my feverish brain. I managed to ease back. “Brock?”
“Her boyfriend.” She rolled her eyes and huffed a breath in my face. “You can put me down now.”
“You’re the one who leaped at me. You should be impressed I caught you.”
She studied me for a long moment before framing my face in her hands. “I missed you.”
This time, I was the one who kissed her. She smelled like a bonfire and tasted like summer and marshmallows and something sweet like wine.
Home and adventure, all rolled into one.
More throat clearing.
I finally made myself extricate my lips from hers. It was exceedingly difficult.
The part of me notched so intimately between her thighs agreed.
We were both panting. And when I set her down and she tripped, she didn’t even swear at me.
Either she’d thought I’d hit a misfortunate moose somewhere and was in a pile of rubble or she was about to pass out from oxygen loss. She didn’t let me off that easy ever.
I rubbed my sweaty hand on my hip and shut the door of the SUV before I held out a hand to Mrs.—well, Rainbow. “Ma’am, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Preston Shaw.”
Ryan circled her arms around my waist from behind and put her chin on my shoulder. “PMS. It’s just easier.”
I gave her a look and she nuzzled my jaw.
