Page 38 of I Want Crazy (Loco, Texas 3)

He covered her hands with his and leaned down until his breath rustled the wisps of hair around her ears. “Yes, I felt something.”

She relaxed against him, and he had his answer.

* * *

Red taught her how to cast her line and anchor it to the bank. Standing back up, she tried not to show how nervous she was. Somehow, now that he’d admitted to wanting her, things between them were quiet and tense.

“So, what now?” she asked, shoving her hands into her sweatshirt pocket.

He sat down with his back against a tree and waved her over. “Now, we wait.”

She walked over and sat down, wiping her sweaty palms on her jeans.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

“No, I’m okay,” she said, even though the air was a little chilly. Her sweatshirt was heavy, but the cool air still stung her nose and ears.

Suddenly, she was being pulled across the dirt and into Red’s lap. Settling in, she looked into his handsome face, made pale by the moonlight, and her heart skipped a beat at the hunger in his eyes.

“Do you mind?”

“No, I don’t mind.”

He pushed her head down on his chest, and for a while they just sat there, the sounds around them lulling her into a relaxed state as she cuddled against him.

“If you don’t want to take this thing any further than friendship, I understand.”

So close and with the conversation taking such a heavy turn, panic started bubbling up her throat.

“Do we have to talk about it? Can’t we see how things go and not put a label on it?”

His chest shook under her cheek, and she looked up, wondering what he found so humorous. “What’s funny about that?”

His hand smoothed over her cheek. “Nothing, it’s just something Jake would say.”

“I just meant—”

His mouth covered hers before she could finish her thought, and the sweep of his tongue against hers sent a shiver up her spine that had nothing to do with the cold. Holding on to his shoulders, she kissed him back and wondered how she’d forgotten how amazing kissing could feel.

It took her a minute to realize Will hadn’t been a fan of kissing.

Just another strike in the old ex category.

Red’s hands on her waist moved up and under her shirt, and she pulled away with a cry as his cold palms spread across her back.

“Cold! Cold hands.”

“Sorry.” But didn’t remove them, and his laughter belied his sincerity.

She was just about to call him out when she noticed movement just above Red and saw a huge, fluffy possum perched on the branch inches above them.

It hissed at her, and she scrambled back with a shriek.

“What the—”

She didn’t even stop backing up until her ass hit the water. She watched in horror as Red stood up and was almost eye to eye with the ugly thing.

“What are you doing, you idiot? Are you trying to get—”

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