Page 72 of Shea's Hero

A moment later, his mouth crashes down on mine.

One hand comes to my nape, tunneling through my hair and tipping my head back to take the kiss even deeper.

The other hand moves to the small of my back, his fingers grazing the swell of my ass.

Unlike most of our kisses that start out soft and slow, this one is pure hunger and need.

His arousal juts into my belly, hard and insistent.

Our tongues move together, dancing and exploring.

I twine my arms around Oliver’s neck, desperate to get even closer.

Heat builds in my core.

My womb clenches.

Should we skip the whole golf course idea and head straight to the bedroom?

But then—darn it—Oliver pulls away. And my lady parts shriek with dismay.

While I try to catch my breath, he gazes at me, his eyes almost black with desire. “Shea. This is the best surprise… I can’t even…”

“I just wanted to do something special for you. Most of the things I’d choose we can’t do right now, but we had such great memories doing this, and?—”

“Iloveit.” He frames my face and kisses me again, this time a tender caress. “Those dates we used to go on, they’re some of my favorite memories. So this is perfect. Now we can make new memories together.”

“Well.” I eyeball the very obvious bulge in his pants. “We could take care of that first. Andthenplay golf.”

Interest lights his gaze. The bulge twitches. “Are you sure? After you set all this up?”

I let my hand wander below his waist. With a little smirk, I ask, “It’s not going anywhere, is it? And then we’ll havereallyworked up an appetite for grilled cheese.”

“Ah. In that case…” In one fluid move, Oliver sweeps me into his arms, one arm behind my back and the other my legs. “Bedroom first, then.” As he strides out of the kitchen, he adds, “And after, I’ll beat you in mini-golf.”

“Wait a second. Who said anything about you winning?”

Halfway down the hallway, he pauses to look down at me. His mouth quirks. “Are you saying you’re going to win? Have you forgotten about the time I made it through the Haunted Forest in one stroke?”

“That was luck,” I huff, while trying to hide my smile. “I think you’ve forgotten about my hole-in-one at the Wicked Witch’s cabin. I seem to recall the guy who worked there saying he’d never seen it happen before.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have to see whose skills are better.” As we enter the bedroom, he asks, “Maybe a wager? Whoever wins gets a massage with the special oil?”

Well. That’s a win for both of us. “You’re on.”

“Although,” he adds thoughtfully, “I’m not sure which is the better prize.” As he lays me down on the bed, he continues, “Would I rather rub oil all over your body and kiss it off? Or feel your hands all over me? They both sound pretty great.”

“I think you’re just saying that because you think you’re going to lose,” I tease.

“Oh, I’m definitelynotgoing to lose.” Oliver flashes me a cocky grin. “Not unless I do it on purpose.”

“Hmm.” I sit up and start pulling my shirt off. “Maybe we should make the stakes even higher.”

“Like what?”

“Maybe…” Pausing, I toss my shirt aside and unfasten my bra. “Naked mini-golf? That’s something we couldn’t do at a regular course.”

Midway through unbuttoning his shorts, Oliver freezes at the sight of my bare breasts. Which is hilarious, he’s seen them hundreds—possibly thousands—of times, but he can’t seem to help staring at them every time.

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