Page 69 of The Spark Between Us

After he’d kissed me so thoroughly and so exquisitely that I felt dizzy, he plucked a handful of mint from the ground and rubbed a sprig between his fingers. “This will make for some good mojitos later.”

I leaned down to inhale the aromatic scent and realized how good it felt to have my hands in real dirt. “You know, I have a small yard at my house, and I haven’t done anything with it except grow grass. And if I’m honest, it’s not grass. It’s weeds that look like grass from a vast distance because they’re green.”

“Weeds are nice,” he said kindly. “Better than dirt.”

I shook my head and punched him in the arm. “You’re such a liar. You told me this morning you hate weeds. We’ve spent an hour pulling the weeds out of your perfect plants. You’re quietly judging me for my weeds.”

He shrugged. “I’m not one to judge. I know you’ve got a busy life. And what with all your teaching and the pole dancing I don’t believe you really do, who has time for gardening?”

Now I punched him harder, and he tackled me. Somehow my assault ended with me on my back and him hovering over me. “How did I end up on the bottom in this attack?”

He grinned and traced my lips with his finger. Then his hand trailed down my neck to where he rested it on one of my breasts. I felt my nipple harden immediately at his touch. He had an ability to work my body into a storm with a single touch. He bent to kiss my neck, sucking on a sensitive spot beneath my ear until my whole body hummed with desire for more.

“It’s called a sneak attack. You thought you had the upper hand, which allowed you to relax enough to hand it over to me.”

I was delirious with desire. “I hear you talking, but I have no idea what you’re saying.” My voice sounded sultry and wild for him. I’d been getting to know this version of Sarah over the past few months, and I liked her. She’d found beauty in the unexpected. “And I don’t even care. Just kiss me more.”

He laughed. “I could kiss you all day.” He lowered his lips slowly to mine. Something was different in the way we’d been with each other since our overnight at the vineyard. Instead of feeling like roommates who were having great sex, we were acting more like a couple—pulling weeds, hosting dinners.

I liked it. It didn’t necessarily mean our rules were changing. But for the first time, I was starting to hope they could.

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