Page 88 of Why Not Us?

My eyes widen. “What?”

“It’s easier if one person is doing the jumping,” Nate explains. “Come another half inch closer, princess.”

I swallow hard and wrap my arms around his neck. He lifts me easily, his arms coming under my ass and my legs locking around his hips. I press my face into his neck. He laughs again.

“You’re never going to see what’s happening if you stay like that.”

“I’m okay with that,” I say into his skin.

We’re moving, and my arms tighten.

“You’re shaking pretty hard, princess. Last chance to back out.”

“I’m not paying over a hundred dollars for a t-shirt.”

“Okay.” I feel him nod and the countdown starts.

“Five, four, three, two, one, bungee!”

Nate jumps.

I scream louder than I’ve ever screamed before until the force of falling drives the air from my lungs and I can’t scream anymore. My stomach lurches into my throat as we fall for what feels like an eternity. I’m certain we’re going to touch the water, or the bungee is going to snap, or—the line goes taut, and we hesitate for half a second before we bounce back up toward the bridge. I scream again as we start to fall one more time and I feel the shaking of Nate’s chest as he laughs at me again.

“You can open your eyes, princess. The worst of it is over.”

I shake my head in the crook of his neck.

“You’re missing the best part,” he says cajolingly.

I peek one eye open, and it looks like we’re flying, which we kind of are. We’re still bouncing up and down, but slower so that it feels more like we’re suspended in midair.

“You’d probably have bounced longer if you were by yourself,” he says. “With both of us, we’re pretty heavy.”

The bridge stretches above, and I can see where Spencer and Derek are watching us. Below, the river rushes past, and on both sides, trees climb up the walls of the canyon.

Now that the terror has faded, the adrenaline rushes through me and I start to laugh, almost hysterically.

“I can’t believe I did that.”

“Well, technically, you didn’t. I did.”

I glare at him. “You deserve a smack for that. You said it still counts.”

He laughs now and I can’t help it, I lean my face to his and kiss him. The adrenaline high is like nothing I’ve felt before. I feel invincible and strong. If I can jump off a bridge, I can do anything. I can take whatever I want, and in this moment, I want him.

His arms tighten around me, one hand sliding up my back as he returns my kiss. His tongue swipes at my lips, requesting entry, and I grant it eagerly, opening to him, meeting his tongue with my own. I moan into the kiss squirming my hips closer to his, feeling the hardening of his cock trapped between us.

Suddenly he breaks off the kiss.

“Stop,” he growls.

“What’s wrong?”

He glares at me, his grey eyes hard and burning. “I do not want to get back up there with a fucking hard on. We can take this up later when we’re alone.”

That’s when I notice the rope coming toward us.

“How are we supposed to grab that?” I ask.

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