Page 46 of A Little More

So close.

Her breath stopped completely.

“I guess we’re both a little muddy, now. Besides, I think I’m just the right amount of country for you.” His rough voice shot tingles down to her toes which were currently covered in mud over her sandals. “Kiss me, Lexi.”

The demand matched what every inch of her body screamed for her to do. Kiss him. Give in. Throw her rules out the damn window for once in her life.

The damp mud soaked into her sundress, warming against her skin as his body pressed tighter. He propped his elbows on either side of her keeping his weight from crushing her completely.

It was her move, the lastoutbefore she committed herself to at least this weekend with him. She might regret it come Monday morning, but for now, she was done second-guessing herself.

She tilted her head up, barely brushing of her lips against his.

And that was it. Nash took over their first kiss.

Every little spark between them over the past several weeks turned into one raging bonfire. Nothing simple or sweet. No polite kiss to test the waters or sentimental moment with cute Eskimo kisses like Charlie had tried with their first kiss.

Just…BAM!

Starving. That’s how she’d describe his kiss.

Or was she the one starving?

Didn’t matter. At that moment, the risk of being caught was a thousand times worth it.

Cool sweet tea remained on his tongue, such a contrast to the steam she was sure billowed off them and the mud. She shifted to get closer, if that was even possible, but instead, her feet slipped.

“Whoa! Sorry.” Leave it to her to ruin the moment, holding onto his shoulders not out of lust but out of survival, so she didn’t end up butt first on the ground.

That’s why men like Charlie were safe. She didn’t have the skills necessary to make-out with a hot, mud-covered man and keep it sexy.

He didn’t seem to mind her awkwardness. “Works for me.” He swooped her up, cradling her against his chest as he took long strides to the back of the truck. His strength and the Rhett Butler routine triggered several sexy mental images that she couldn’t entertain. A kiss was as far as she’d let herself go.

With a quick flick of his hand, the tailgate of the truck fell with a clang. She found herself sitting there, his lips attacking her own as he moved to stand between her legs. They acted as though they were two lovers that hadn’t seen each other in years, letting the passion pick up where it’d left off. Not two people, planning on a fun fling for a few weeks, meeting only two months ago for the first time.

She wouldn’t dare complain. Their position left his hands open to grip her hips, pull her close. Her teeth skimmed his lower lip, dragging out a moan from him as his hands ran up and down her body.

She longed to touch him the same way, but everywhere she touched, she found mud.

And more mud.

Her clothes had to be ruined. She would need a shower. Who the hell cared at that point?

She slipped her hands under the edge of his shirt, needing to feel his, somewhat, clean skin. A few dates, some goodnight kisses and enjoying each other’s company was what it should have been. Polite, respectful interactions.

Not this feeling of pure hunger.

She wanted him everywhere. Couldn’t get close enough. In the back of her mind, she knew this was all they’d ever have. Not the mud part, but a few hot sessions that made her wish for more and know she’d never get it.

His lips gave up tormenting hers and angled down her neck. “Please tell me you’ll stay with me this weekend. I know it’s fast…”

She took a very deep breath that sounded shaky on the exhale. “Very fast,” she finally mustered up.

“I don’t care, Lexi. Tell me this thing between us is driving you insane.” His teeth grazed her ear lobe. “It’s driven me insane for weeks.”

“Me, too.”

His lips found hers again in another savage kiss. “I was stupid.”

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