Page 320 of Boots, Bucket Lists & Bad Ideas
“As it should be.”
She spots something and leans over to pick it up. Her shirt rides up slightly, revealing a sliver of bare skin.
My eyes catch the movement, and for a moment, I’m transfixed. My dick stirs awake like it isn’t nearly as tired as I am.
She straightens, turning to face me, and a bottle cap falls from her fingers, forgotten.
“This way.” She sprints through the narrow opening and disappears into the trail.
I follow, shaking my head. The trail is pitch-black and her flashlight beam is gone.
“Jade?”
It takes a second for my eyes to adjust somewhat, but I’m used to being outdoors in the dark. I hear her—the rustle of her boots on the ground, and her body brushing leaves.
“Cute, Jade.” I move more slowly now, listening more than looking.
Then I feel her arms snake around my waist, sliding under my shirt. Her hands are hot against my skin. Her breasts press against my back.
I suck in a sharp breath. “Damn—”
Her laugh is right against my back, smug. “Got you.” Fuck, her voice is damn sexy when it’s low and husky.
She doesn’t have me for long.
I spin, catching her wrists, and press her back against the rough bark of the closest tree.
Her breath hitches, her eyes wide in the dark, and all I can think is how good she feels in my hands.
“You think you can sneak up on me?” I lean in close.
She doesn’t answer.
She kisses me instead.
Hard.
The trail drops away. My hands slide to her waist, pulling her tight against me, her mouth opening under mine. Fuck, she tastes so damn good. Minty toothpaste and all her.
She fists my shirt, dragging me closer, and I groan against her mouth, the sound raw, and unguarded. My hand cups her jaw, tilting her face so I can take her deeper, tongues tangling, teeth catching.
She presses against me, her chest heaving into mine, and it’s messy and reckless and so fucking perfect I almost forget we’re standing in the middle of a trail and why we should stop.
I press her harder into the tree, my mouth trailing to her jaw, her neck, needing more, needing everything, and when she gasps against me, it’s all I can do not to lose myself completely.
Because this isn’t just a kiss, it’s every
“what-if” and “almost” we’ve ever left hanging, crashing down into the now. And it feels like I’ve been waiting years to breathe her in like this.
Then a rustle in the bushes startles us, and we pull apart. I expect to see one of my brothers, but it’s a damn rabbit, darting past with a flash of white fur.
Jade laughs, and I join her.
“Stop distracting me.” I take her hand. “We’re on a mission, and that could’ve been one of our siblings.”
Or worse, fucking Bronx.
We continue on the hunt. The hunt that’s going to leave me with a raging erection and blue balls.
