Page 136 of Beyond the Blue Horizon
So, I did.
“I liked it. I liked being held by you all last night.”
I was probably giving him whiplash. My freak-out this morning up against this. But I found I had a difficult time keeping myself from opening up to him when we were alone.
The energy that pounded between us too strong.
Like there was some strange tether that bound me to him.
He took my hand that was on his face and ran his lips over my fingertips. “Guess I liked holding you, too.”
Then his mouth hooked high on the right side as he released me and the intensity drained away. “Hurt like hell leaving you, too.”
Redness flushed, and he put his truck into reverse, accelerating backward. The powerful truck engine chugged and rumbled as the tires spun out of the snow and back onto the circle drive. He put it into gear and slowly started to ease back onto the path.
His attention snagged on Alicia and Lucy’s cabin.
In that split second, I could feel the furor clap through his being.
Severity sliced through the atmosphere as he peered closely at the cute cabin before his eyes flicked through the forest that surrounded it.
I attempted to quell the riot that scourged my insides.
There was something there that I couldn’t make out. Something I was a fool to want to tap into.
When Theo seemed to be satisfied with whatever he was searching for, he accelerated, shaking off the ferocity and letting that cocky ease seep back into his demeanor.
“How do you feel?” he asked, his tattooed hands holding onto the steering wheel and his tongue stroking over that full bottom lip as he peeked over at me.
“Cold.” I tossed it out like a tease, acting as if I didn’t know full well what he was referring to.
He reached over and clamped my thigh with a big hand.
Need rocketed out from the connection.
It was terrifying that one single man could evoke this reaction in me.
“Not talkin’ about the cold.”
“Then what exactly are we talking about?” I feigned ignorance.
Amusement pranced all over his sinful face. “The orgasms.”
“One-star, remember?” I punted it at him with as much sass as I could muster.
The hand on the top of my thigh slid up until he was brushing his fingers over the center of my thighs.
I spluttered.
Holy crap.
This freaking brazen man.
One of my hands darted to the handle on the door and the other to the edge of the seat to brace myself against the jolt of desire that tore through me.
He removed his hand, and arrogance twitched through his expression. “That’s what I thought.”
“You’re cruel, Theo Mallin.”
