Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
He nudges my legs farther apart, fitting himself between them as he presses me down against the bed of the truck. The metal beneath us is cold, a stark contrast to the warmth of his body, the heat of his hands as they slide over my hips, my waist.
I arch into him, sighing against his lips as his fingers dip beneath my shirt again, tracing lazy patterns against my skin.
“I want to fuck you in the bed of my truck like I’m in high school again,” he groans. “Is that what we’re doing?”
His groan is low, guttural, vibrating through me as he kisses me again, deeper this time, hungrier.
And I let him.
I let myself fall.
Chapter 26
Harris
The second I climbed into the back of that truck with Lucy—the second she pulled at me with those desperate hands—any rational thought I had in my brain evaporated into the breeze.
Lucy is everywhere. Beneath me, around me, in my head, under my skin. She clutches my shirt as if she could pin me down, breath stuttering when I press deeper into her. Warm. Soft. Womanly.
I shouldn’t let this go any further, because I’m leaving.
But I will.
Because I’m a selfish bastard.
She shivers because it’s not exactly warm outside, and for a brief second, I think she might be shivering because of me as my hands trace the smooth expanse of her stomach, my lips teasing the spot along her jaw. Below her ear . . .
When the wind picks up again, it threads its way through the trees, curling over us. Chilly. Causes Lucy’s fingers to twitch against my shoulders.
I smirk, running my hands over the curve of her hips. “So you’re using me for body heat?”
She shrugs, all innocence. “Gotta take advantage while I can.”
Something in my chest tightens at that. She’s teasing—but there’s truth buried in her words. While she can? Does she think we have an expiration date?
“If that’s the case, we should take advantage, don’t you think?” I press a slow, deliberate kiss beneath her ear ’cause that’s where she likes it. “Under the stars. Just you, me, and—”
“Bears,” she cuts in.
I pull back, blinking. “Bears?”
I had not thought about wildlife since I’ve been here, not once.
She nods, face completely serious. “You know . . . big, furry creatures? Roam the woods? Have a taste for eating unsuspecting lovers fucking outside. That happened once in one of my true crime podcasts.”
A grisly chill runs down my spine. I glance over my shoulder, eyes narrowing at the dark tree line, searching for bears. I gulp. “You’re messing with me.”
She tilts her head. “Am I?”
I try to gauge whether or not Lucy is screwing with me—should I actually be worried about being eaten alive? “You literally just said we might end up on a true crime podcast.”
“No, I said I heard a story about two lovers being mauled while they were banging. But that wouldn’t happen to us.” She mulls this over. “I don’t think.”
“You don’t think?”
“Well . . .” She drags her fingers lightly down my arm to distract me, my brain too busy conjuring images of sharp-toothed bears and cougars and badgers lurking in the shadows, waiting to kill me, to concentrate on her light touch. “I mean, we are in their territory. And they do attack people sometimes. Especially unsuspecting ones.”
“What the fuck, Lucy?” I hiss, scanning the woods again like I might see a pair of glowing eyes through the bushes. “You couldn’t have mentioned this before I shoved my hand up your shirt and got a boner?”
She bites her lip. “I thought you were tough.”
“Are you gaslighting me?” I squeak, heart pounding. “I’m not trying to die in the middle of the woods with my dick out.”
She full-on laughs now, sitting up beside me. “Relax, Harris. It’s not like bears are . . . waiting for two horny people to start making out in the woods before they attack.”
I stare at her, slack jawed. “Why did you put that idea into my head?” Seriously, what the hell is wrong with her? This is not funny!
“When I said it, I didn’t think you would get so worked up about it!” She grins, reaching for my hoodie. “We could always test the theory? See if a bear pops out of the woods?”
“Abso-freaking-lutely not. We are not risking my life over this.”
“Your life? What about mine?” Lucy is laughing all over again, giggling as if it’s the funniest thing she’s ever heard. Then she stops, putting a hand to her ear. “Did you hear that?”
My head whips around. “What?”
Lucy’s eyes are wide, locked on to the trees. “I swear I heard something.”
A prickle runs down my spine. “Do not mess with me right now.”
I’m sensitive. Fragile.
An absolute mess of a man.
“Shh.” She shakes her head, holding up a finger for me to shush. “Shhh.”