Page 80 of Fall With Me (Sugarland Creek)

“I probably sound like a psycho, right?” I ask, wondering if I’ve scared her.

Quietly, she shakes her head. “I can’t believe I’m sayin’ this, but I’m kinda hoping I never get my memory back. Whatever it is you did couldn’t have been bad enough if I didn’t tell anyone else.”

My chest tightens at the insinuation because it’s only a matter of time until she gets it back. Wishing that she doesn’t is setting us up for failure.

But I can’t help praying for the same thing.

“You’re not curious about what you can’t remember?” I ask. “Specifically the memory about why you didn’t like me?”

“Oh, I am. I dream about people and situations…but I dunno what’s real or not by the time I wake up. What I do know is that you are and what I feel is even if I don’t understand how or why. This pull—or whatever it is—feels different than anything I’ve experienced. Almost as if it’s always been there, but I wouldn’t act on it. Like there was a shield guardin’ it for some reason.”

My mind spirals at what that could mean or what was stopping her in the past. If someone warned her away from me or she’s connected to someone who didn’t approve of me.

“Great…you think I’m crazy now like that one chick who was moving too fast,” she blurts when I don’t say anything. “I’ll just shut?—”

I jerk my truck to the side of the road, halting her words, and once we’re parked, I rip off my seat belt. Then I lean across the bucket seat and unclip hers.

“No fuckin’ crazier than me,” I say before crashing my mouth to hers, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into me.

Her tongue matches my speed as we battle in a war of wanting,needingmore of each other.

When she climbs into my lap, I shift the steering wheel up and the seat back to give us as much room as possible. Her bare legs cage my thighs and when she moans into my mouth, her hips rock against mine, and I nearly come undone.

“Ellie…fuck, you can’t do that,” I plead in between her lips tasting mine.

“Why not? I can tell you like it.” She smiles against my mouth when my cock hardens between us.

“That’s exactly why.” I squeeze her hips to stop her from continuing. “I can’t go into the grocery store with a boner.”

“You can’t with blue balls either.”

I move my lips down her jaw. “That’d be better than having a wet spot on my jeans, trust me.”

Her head falls back as I suck on her neck. Shallow breaths echo between us as she continues to grind on me. “Landen…”

“Jesus Christ,” I hiss, licking up to her ear. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you moan my name.”

“Don’t make me stop, please. I’m so close.”

Sweet little whimpers follow as she uses my erection to rub against her pussy. Her hands wrap around my neck, seeking more friction.

If she continues for another second, I’m going to lose it.

And if I touch her, I’ll explode.

“Lift your body,” I tell her, taking off my hat.

“What? How?”

“I’m putting this between us.”

I tap her hip, motioning for her to spread her legs and make room. Then I slide my hat between her thighs and over my cock.

“I’m going to crush it,” she says when I move her hips down.

“No, you won’t, but even so, don’t care. Pick a side of the ridge and ride it till you come, baby.”

When she settles on top of it, I crash her mouth back to mine and palm her breast over her tank top. Moaning against my lips, she rotates her hips back and forth.

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