Page 67 of Freshmeet
If she doesn’t want to talk, fine.
“Connor!” She sped up to match my pace. Tightening the towel at her chest, she blew a piece of hair out of her eyes. “I’m sorry. Today has been a lot, and my emotions are all over the place.”
Hope flickered in my chest. Maybe the day wasn’t ruined. “It’s okay.”
She shook her head and closed the distance between us. “It’s really not. I’m spiraling and took it out on you. I’m embarrassed that I lost it over a spilled drink.” She diverted her gaze and took a fortifying breath. “I don’t do well when I get overwhelmed.”
“You think?” Fucking with her was probably the wrong move, but she was uncomfortable, and I wanted to lighten the mood.
Her head snapped up. “Are you serious right now?” Her eyes widened, and she balled her hands.
“Yeah, but I get it.”
“Oh, you do?” Her neck curved back, and her fists landed on her hips.
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. “I mean, first someone tries to steal your man and then they spill a drink on you? It’s a regular Real Housewives situation.”
Sarah’s eyes narrowed, but the corners of her lips twitched. “My man?”
“Yeah, your man.”
“Hm.” She dropped her arms and glared.
“So, now that we’ve established you’re done punishing me, what do you want to do?”
The imp grinned up at me and said, “Three.”
“Huh?”
She dropped the towel. “Two.”
My eyes fell to where she ran her fingertips over her wet cleavage.
“One,” she shouted and then took off.
For a moment, I watched her body move as she tore down the path. Every bit of her soft frame bounced and jiggled as she ran away from me.
Holy hell.
“Here I come,” I called out, taking off after her. She shrieked, making a right down a hiking path.
The moon peeked through the trees, providing pockets of light to help guide our little chase. I kept my breathing shallow so I could listen for her footsteps, my head jerking with every snapping twig. My heart raced, not from exertion, but from excitement.
I ran into a dead end and stopped.
Now, where did she go?
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a flash of pale skin between two tree trunks. Stepping as lightly as possible, I inched toward Sarah’s hiding spot. I got a foot away before she peeked around the tree, her eyes going wide when she saw me. I lunged, not giving her a chance to escape.
As I wrapped my arms around her soft middle, Sarah squealed, breaking into body-shaking laughter.
Drawing her to my chest, I kissed the back of her neck. “Gotcha.”
“You did,” she panted out.
I kissed her racing pulse, smiling against her skin when she arched into me, pressing her luscious ass against my semi-hard cock. Nipping her shoulder, I fought the urge to sink my teeth into her.
We’re not there yet.
