Page 38 of Quietly Falling
“Yeah. Oh wow, they painted the front door. I know my aunt wanted to do that.”
“It’s your family’s?” he asks, and I nod as he puts the truck into park, unease in his tone. “I’ll just drop you off and find a hotel or something.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Ella…” He looks at the cabin, tension rolling off him in waves, and that simply won’t do.
Lucky for me, I have a good idea about what might.
Unbuckling my seatbelt, I do my best to crawl into his lap without hitting my ass on the horn, reaching between the seat and the door to push the seat back as far as it’ll go.
“What are you doing?” he asks, his gaze filled with amusement as his hands settle on my hips.
“Thanking you,” I breathe, slanting my mouth over his and kissing him until he’s holding me tight and licking his tongue against mine.
“That’s an awful nice thank you,” he murmurs against my lips, and I could do this forhours—just him and me kissing and touching andgah,it’s so good.
“Just wait until later.”
“Ella, I don’t?—”
I nip at his bottom lip, replacing his argument with a grunt as I wiggle in his lap, his cock hardening beneath me.
“Stop worrying so much.”
“It’s what makes me so fun to be around,” he deadpans as he rocks up into me the slightest bit, his eyes never leaving mine.
Andoh my God, I want every inch of him inside me.
“Youarefun.”
“No, I’m not.” He snorts as he shakes his head, his expression amused.
“We can agree to disagree, but Ilikebeing with you,” I tell him, kissing him twice on the lips before moving to the corner of his mouth and along his jaw, “and you at least tolerate me so…”
“I think we’re well past that,” he rasps, making me grin against his throat. “Ella.”
“Hmm?”
“We can’t do this here.”
Here.
Interesting.
“Afraid my cousin will catch us?” I tease as he chuffs out a laugh, but it’s more exasperated than anything else. “Fine,” I lament, pushing on the handle and letting the door swing open before extracting myself from his lap.
My back is against the side of the truck the second my feet hit the gravel, with Bodhi boxing me in against the cool metal.
“I’m not worried about getting caught,” he murmurs, ducking his head to meet my gaze. “I just won’t be rushed…”
Well, alrighty then.
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BODHI
Ella’s lips part on a gasp and honestly, same—becausewho am I?
