Page 44 of Fairy Tale Lies
Damn. She remembered.
He bumped his ass up and pulled them from his back pocket. “I was hoping you would forget them. I wanted to keep them. A memento for when I’m dreaming of this later tonight.”
Even in the near dark, he could see her face redden. He ran his nose and lips gently along her cheek, enjoying the warmth and softness. “You have the most erotic blush.”
“I don’t know about erotic,” she paused, “although, around you, I can’t suppress my lascivious side. I honestly don’t know what’s happened to me. I have been with only one other man. I enjoyed the sex, but I didn’t lose myself. Nothing was this intense.”
Blake was her first and only other lover. Poor woman. “Greta, it’s us—together.”
Her eyes widened. “Really? It’s the same for you?”
“Yes. Why are you surprised?”
“I figured you’ve had many women… and well, I’m inexperienced…”
“I haven’t hadthatmany. Besides, it’s not experience. It’s chemistry. And us, together, is explosive.”
He’d never craved any of his past girlfriends like he did Greta. And not just sexually, he wanted her around all the time, to talk and laugh with, along with making love.
She rested her head against his chest. He enfolded her in his arms, wishing he could wrap her up and take her everywhere with him. “Are you cold?”
“A little.”
“Could you scoot off me? I’ll be right back.”
When she shifted to the side, he shuffled off the table and ran to his bike. He removed a hoodie from one of the saddlebags and came back.
Greta was shimmying into her panties. The sight made him stumble. Watching the silk slide up her long smooth legs and the moon’s light kiss her soft curves was almost enough to make his knees buckle.
She offered a shy smile, and damn, he did go weak in the knees. Shit. He had it bad for this woman.
He swallowed his chaotic emotions, returning to her and offering her the sweater. “Here. Put this on.” He climbed back, opening his arms and motioning to her. “I’ll keep you warm.”
She slid her arms into his hoodie and clambered to him, leaning back into his chest and snuggling between his thighs. He loved her body against his and the way her scent filled him. He breathed her in, sighing deeply.
The inky night, along with the waves lapping against the shore of Lake St. Clair, was mesmerizing. He was content, at peace, something he hadn’t felt in years, and it had nothing to do with the beautiful night.
It was Greta, in his arms and in his life. His rapidly deepening feelings alarmed him, but nevertheless, he wanted the night to last forever.
“Sleep, it’s late,” he whispered. “I’ll wake you when your sister calls. Rest. I’ll watch over you.”
~ * ~
“A secluded park in the middle of the night. Really? Is it even safe here? Why didn’t you take her to your place?”
Cindy’s accusatory rapid-fire questions, mixed with her blatant disdain, managed to muddle through Greta’s dozing mind. She reluctantly rose and twisted around to take Jacob’s measure. Anger radiated off him in waves so thick she could almost touch it.
“She’s a helluva lot safer with me at a secluded park than with you at a crowded party,” he shot back.
She needed to end this before it exploded. However, before Greta could speak, Cindy raised a hand. “Yeah. Maybe you’re right. I do feel awful about not hearing my phone.”
Greta was shocked. Her sister even sounded contrite. It didn’t happen often.
Jacob sounded less impressed. “You should.” His tone was cold as the icy waters of Lake St. Clair. “You’re the reason we’re here. She didn’t want to go home without you. We’ve been waiting around for you to finally notice your hundred missed calls.”
“Yes, I know.” Cindy glanced away, biting on her bottom lip.
“After everything she went through, her primary concern was you. And now you show up with your judgments. Your contempt,” Jacob scoffed, his tone harsh and biting.
