“Good girl!” His nose brushes mine, and he holds me as I climax in his arms, my lips parted, my hands in the hair at the nape of his neck.
When my breathing calms down, he spins me around and steals another kiss. Our tongues clash as a bird breaks through the canopy of leaves and circles the still lake. It caws, carried on the gentle summer breeze.
Rick breaks away, pressing his forehead to mine, his eyes on my tingling lips. “Who says we’re falling?”
I laughed and smacked him softly on his chest before stepping out of his arms and sinking down on the sandy grass. “Do you want me to return the favor?”
“No,” he says and takes a seat, elbows on knees. “It was about you.”
I look at him quizzically but don’t comment.
“Do you want music?”
“What?”
He gets to his feet again and jogs over to the car.
I watch him dig his phone out of his pocket and reach inside the vehicle. Soon after, “Robbers” by The 1975 starts playing.
I laugh and lean back on my elbows as he returns and drops down next to me.
“I thought this wasn’t your kind of music?”
He scratches the back of his neck. “I searched The 1975, and this is what came up.”
I smile. “This song is inspired by the movie True Romance. Remember when we watched it?”
He scrunches up his face. “The chick movie?”
“It’s Quentin Tarantino!” I laugh. “Hardly a chick movie!”
“Well, in that case.”
I smile, sweeping my gaze over the lake.
Rick’s eyes are hot on my skin. “What is it about you?”
I shrug, watching the bird that’s still circling the lake. “I could say the same about you.”
He hums, pulling at the grass. “I’m good-looking, fucking fantastic at football, and drive a chick magnet of a car. What’s not to like?”
I crack a smile and meet his gaze. “Your ego is about to pop.”
“You love it!” He winks.
“Do your friends know about me?”
He shakes his head. “Only Jamie.”
I’m surprised Jamie knows.
“How about you? Told anyone?”
“Told anyone what?” I ask, grinning.
His smile is sly.
“Only Nina.”