Page 66 of The Lies We Told Ourselves

It was one of the most vulnerable moments I’d ever seen him in, and I knew it wasn’t a side of him he’d show to many.

Whatever it was he was searching for, Booker must have found it, because he leaned down and devoured my lips with his kiss. His hand reached my knee, and he pulled my leg over his hip, grinding himself against my core and leaving me breathless and desperate for more.

“Just how private is this trail?” I asked when he pulled back for air.

“Do you really care?” The smirk was back on his lips, and I shrugged.

“I mean, I’d maybe have suggested you hang a sock on a tree branch or something. Give a hiker a warning about what they’re about to walk in on.”

Booker shook his head, and when he didn’t, in fact, get up to hang socks around the clearing, I had to admit I was slightly relieved.

Relieved enough that I wiggled free of Booker and quickly pulled off my top as proof.

He wasted no time in leaning forward and pressing kisses over the mounds of my breasts before slipping his fingers into the lace and tugging the cups down out of his way.

The way his teeth grazed teasingly over my nipple before he moved to the other side, repeating the action, had my head tipping back on a moan.

My fingers ran through Booker’s hair, and I pulled him closer, loving how his hands wrapped around my waist as if he wanted to hold me in place.

But then he was pulling away. I automatically reached out to try to pull him back until I realized Booker was heading south. Ileaned up on my elbows and watched as he made his way down my body, that sexy smirk on his lips as he did.

Except he just kept going down…until he reached my feet and picked one up, pulling off my boot, then my sock, before he kissed the top of my foot and placed it back on the ground.

Then he picked up the other foot and repeated the process.

“Why is this so sexy?” I asked, watching in fascination as Booker stripped the boot from my foot.

“Maybe you’ve got an unexplored foot fetish?” He shrugged but grinned that sexy smirk at the same time.

Damn this man.

I tried to think of something smart to say, but I had nothing, and as soon as Booker’s gaze met mine we both laughed. It cemented those feelings that were creeping in firmly in the center of my mind.

Leaning forward, I gripped the hem of Booker’s shirt and pulled it over his head so I didn’t have to deal with the buttons. He tossed it to the ground beside him, and before he had time to do anything else, I struck.

And licked a long line up the center of his chest.

There was nothing sexy about it.

Booker looked wryly down at the damp trail on his skin and then at me, his eyebrow ticking up in question.

“Is this another weird fetish?”

“Nope, but it’s official now. I licked you, so you’re mine.”

He shook his head, unable to keep the smile from his lips. “You’re too damn cute.”

“It’s a burden, honestly, but someone has to carry it.” I shrugged nonchalantly, but it might have been ruined because I couldn’t take my eyes away from the man kneeling in front of me.

“The world doesn’t know how lucky it is to have you in it.”

Booker’s eyes almost twinkled as he spoke like he was laughing, but he looked so serious that it felt like this could be the beginning of a conversation I didn’t think either of us was ready for.

I shook the feeling off. It was probably in my head anyway, and I wanted nothing to ruin this perfect moment we were having. So rather than getting lost in a conversation, I kissed him instead.

And the moment my lips touched his, everything changed.

My hands moved to the waistband of his jeans as our lips moved together. I fumbled with the button, and Booker quickly helped me as we stripped the clothes from each other.

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