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My heart jumped in my chest and a wave of emotion washed through me. Looking away from him, I took a few deep breaths. “How did you do that?”

“What?”

“I don’t talk about feelings very easily but I just spilled my guts to you. That’s awful. If you repeat any of this to anyone, I’ll be forced to kill you.”

He grinned. “You like me.”

I scoffed and pushed him away from me. “No, I don’t. Why would you even say something like that?”

“You like me and you can’t deny it. God, Joanie, you’re coming onto me so strong here, I don’t think I’ll be able to turn you down.” Smith followed me as I walked away. “You like me and it’s just so cute, Joanie.”

I spun around and grabbed his shirt with both my fists. Dragging him into me, I kissed him hard and then pushed him away again. “There’s nothing cute about it.”

“Sure. I bet you’ve been doodling my name in your notebooks.”

“Smith! I will punch you.”

“I get it, Joanie. You like me. Stop screaming it.” He laughed when I glared at him. “Come on. I have something to make you like me even more.”

CHAPTER 20

Joanie

When I saw the picnic Smith had set up for us, I barely managed to hide the hearts which were probably flashing in my eyes. Damn him, he was right. The picnic did make me like him even more. Not that I would tell him. His head was already too big as it was.

“I probably fucked up, but I tried my hand at baking this morning.” Smith sank to his knees next to the basket and looked up at me. “I don’t know what I was thinking, baking for someone who does it professionally, but in the middle of the night, it seemed like a good idea.”

He was hot all the time, but the idea of him baking for me made him even hotter. I bit my lip as I took him in. His t-shirt hugged his muscles and the beard growth on his strong jaw made me want to rub against it. Those flirty green eyes and full mouth were almost pretty but the rest of him was rougher and transformed handsome into devastating. Then, there were his arms. Thick with muscle, his forearms were rough with dark hair and veins which stood out when he flexed. His hands were calloused and rough when he touched me, completing the package, and making him irresistible. Add in the baking and I couldn’t be held accountable for what I did.

He grunted when I threw myself at him and knocked him to the ground. Recovering instantly, he gripped my hips and held me on top of him. “Goddamn, Joanie. Shitty baking does it for you, huh?”

I leaned over him, planting my hands on either side of his head to hold myself up. “You baked for me. Nobody bakes for me.”

He ran his hands up my sides and nodded. “I baked for you.”

“That’s not fair.” I lowered my mouth until there was just a breath between our lips. “How am I supposed to resist that?”

Cupping the back of my head, he pulled me the rest of the way. Our lips connected and sparks flew. It was nothing like the hard kiss I’d given him on the trail. He made love to my mouth. There was no other way to describe it. His lips moved over my bottom lip, gently sucking it before doing the same to the top one. Then, he stroked his tongue over mine and growled into my lips when I sucked the tip of it.

Our breathing grew labored as he deepened the kiss and I rocked my hips over his. He drank in my moans and fed me his own. The sounds of nature faded away around me and all I knew was his lips on mine. We made out like I hadn’t since I was a teenager and that was all I could do.

I shook with arousal when I lifted my mouth from his. Searching his eyes, I saw that he was just as lost as I was. The need on his face matched my own and I threw caution to the wind.

I sat up for long enough to pull my shirt over my head and then I pressed my chest against his, feeling his hot skin through the thin silk of my bra. Rubbing myself against him, I moved my lips over his throat, tasting his skin.

Smith unhooked my bra and ran his hands up and down my bare back before rolling me under him. He pulled my bra down my arms and tossed it away before cupping my breasts. He met my eyes and licked his lips. “Fucking perfect.”

I cried out and arched my back when he closed his mouth over first one and then the other nipple. He lapped at them and then sucked harder, drawing a hoarse cry from me. The wind blew across my wet nipples and I gripped his shoulders. “Smith.”

He moved down my body, kissing my stomach and dipping his tongue into my navel. Sitting up, he watched my face as he hooked his fingers inside my leggings and slowly pulled them down. His expression darkened when he tossed them away and looked down at me in just my panties. “I have to taste you.”

I gasped when he slotted his wide shoulders between my thighs and started sucking at my lower lips through my thin panties. He sucked hard and I couldn’t stay still under him. He hadn’t even touched my clit and already I was painfully aroused. I grabbed his head and lifted my hips, physically begging for more.

Smith yanked my panties to the side and flicked his tongue over my swollen clit until I was coming apart under him. He growled against my clit as I came and then tugged at my panties hard enough, they snapped. He just pushed the torn cloth out of the way and doubled his efforts. He ate me with long, deep strokes of his tongue and focused his efforts on every part of me. He sucked at my lips and drove his tongue into me, fucking me with it before moving back to my clit and sucking it with deep pulls. I came again and then tried to squeeze my legs shut as I became too sensitive.

Smith lifted his face and smirked at me. “Can’t handle me?”

I shook my head and pulled him up my body. His thighs settled between my legs and I held him there. “You’ve still got all your clothes on.”

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