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“Mmm?”
“I don’t want to go home tonight.”
The words hit me right in the chest, and I tightened my arms around her. “Good,” I said. “Because I wasn’t planning on letting you.”
She smiled against my skin, and I felt something settle inside me, something that had been restless and searching for longer than I cared to admit.
This was right. She was right. And for the first time in my life, I wasn’t going to let fear make me push away something good. I pulled her beneath, already hard again.
“Insatiable,” she laughed.
“You complaining?” I asked as I bumped against her, her wet heat welcoming me inside again.
“Never.” She pulled my head down, kissing me like she couldn’t get enough. Just like me.
CHAPTER SIX
Abby
I sang along with the radio as I made my way to the orchard after school the next day.
Last night had been…
The best freaking night of my life. I wanted to shout the words into the air. Not only had Trent been a considerate lover, he’d made me feel special. Wanted. Which as all curvy girls knew was sometimes hard to feel. We were too wrapped up in our heads.
Not with Trent. He drove every self-doubt out of me in very wicked ways.
He made a woman rethink everything she thought she knew about physical attraction and emotional connection. Trent had been tender and demanding and absolutely devastating, and I was pretty sure I was in serious trouble.
The good kind of trouble.
We hadn’t made any plans when I’d left the orchard early this morning. He’d followed me home in the early hours of the morning, as if he couldn’t let me out of his sight. I’d gone through my day in a daze, barely making sure everyone had their permission slips signed for the field trip.
I could hardly believe life had changed in such a short amount of time.
And because of a field trip.
I pulled up next to the shed, nerves setting in now that I was here again. Trent was there checking off the containers of apples with a clipboard and a frown that looked deeper than usual. He glanced up when he heard my car, and for just an instant, I saw something hot and hungry flash across his face.
Then the walls slammed back into place so fast it took my breath away.
“Morning,” I called out, walking toward him with what I hoped was a casual smile. “Brought coffee.”
“Thanks,” he said, but he didn’t move toward me. Didn’t smile. Barely looked at me.
The coffee suddenly felt heavy in my hands. “Everything okay?”
“Fine.” He made a note on his clipboard with sharp, angry strokes. “We need to finish the safety walkthrough today. Field trip’s Friday.”
Field trip.Right. The whole reason I was here in the first place, before I’d gotten distracted by gorgeous, grumpy orchard owners and the best sex of my life.
“Of course,” I said, trying to match his professional tone even though inside I was reeling. “Where should we start?”
“Loading area,” he said, already walking away from me. “Kids need to understand the boundaries.”
I followed him across graveled driveway, the easy intimacy of yesterday replaced by a tension that made my stomach churn. This was Trent at his most distant—all business, no warmth, like he’d never held me against his chest and whispered my name in the darkness.
Like yesterday had never happened at all.
