Page 12 of Forbidden Match

She tucks herself in next to me, snuggling against my thick jacket, as if she belongs there. Her smile is unreadable once again. “You do, Levi. You always do.”

The man at the shed waves at us and holds up two huge axes that look like they should be cutting down medieval enemies rather than chopping wood.

“Now, you probably never thought ax throwing could be romantic,” he says. “But the way we do it is a great way to get to know your soulmate better.”

I suppress a groan at the continued soulmate garbage, but the rules do sound kind of fun. Each time one of us misses, we have to answer a question from the other. He hands us a list of suggested questions in case we get stuck, demonstrates the proper form, and then disappears inside the shed so that we can have our romantic date alone and unsupervised.

“Just holler if you need me, and be careful,” he says before shutting the door behind himself.

“How exactly did he position his arms?” she asks, hoisting the huge ax up and planting her feet.

I get behind her and move my arms around her, putting her hands in a better position. For a second, she leans against me, her soft, curvy ass nestling right against my cock. I jump back before it can respond, or before I pull her closer.

“I’ve only used these things for chopping,” I say. “We’re on an even playing field here.”

With an adorable grunt, she heaves the thing and it lands smack in the middle of the target. She squeals and throws her arms around me, then frowns.

“But now I don’t get to ask a question.”

“Oh, go ahead,” I say, waving her off. “I won’t tell on you.”

“Okay, why did you come here? For real.”

I press my fingers into my eyes and groan. “To keep you from falling into the hands of some scummy pervert.”

“Ugh, I knew it!”

She slaps my chest, but it’s half-hearted. She’s already urging me to take my turn. I throw it wild and turn to her when it misses. I already know her so well, and the only thing I want to ask her, I can’t.Could you ever be interested in me?So, I look at the list.

“What’s your favorite erogenous zone?” I read, cracking up when she blushes. “No, don’t tell me.”

I grab her and tickle her sides, something Sam used to do to torment her. She shrieks with helpless laughter and collapses tothe ground, dragging me with her. Laying half on top of her, my hands gripping her sides, I freeze.

My breath quickens. For a moment all I can think isI want.

This is dangerous. Really dangerous.

Instead of saying what I want to say, I ask her “So, what is it?”

She shakes her hair off her neck and turns her jaw to expose the creamy flesh before pointing at it. “I think I’d like it if someone kissed me here.” My eyes bug out as they focus on the spot. I start to lower my head just as she shoves me aside. “Not that I’d ever know, since you and Sam never let any guy within twenty yards of me.”

I jump up, disappointed and relieved at the same time, and hold out my hand to help her up. “Damn straight. Nobody there would have suited you.”

“I know,” she sighs to my absolute shock. Her eyes lock with mine and we don’t look away from each other for long moments. “I want to go for a walk,” she suddenly says. “I know everything there is to know about you, so I don’t need to ask any more questions.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Oh really? You think so?”

She snorts as we head toward the patch of forest in the distance. “I know so. Tell me one thing about you that you think I don’t already know.”

I’m in fucking love with you.

Instead, I rattle off things that don’t matter. My favorite color, favorite movie, my dream vacation destination.

She looks disappointed—another shock. “Oh, I didn’t know you wanted to see Venice. I’d like to go there, too.”

Yeah, I know, which is why I researched it and decided I was really interested in it, too. When we reach the trees, I push her gently up against one. Planting my hand on the trunk next to her face, I lean close, breathing in her scent as I watch her chest rise and fall quickly.

“You don’t know me at all, Molly. Not really.”

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