Page 126 of One and Only

My arms tightened impossibly around her, the kiss deepening into something profound and seeking and endless. I pressed her backward until she hit the column on the porch. She laughed into my mouth, and with a groan, I took that sound deep into my lungs.

I wanted her everywhere.

All her sounds, every flicker of her eyes, and every smile, I wanted them inked on my skin and threaded through my veins.

With the press of my body, I deepened the kiss, changing the angle—tangling tongues and the edge of teeth and the pull of her lips against mine. We couldn’t get close enough. There was no space left—no distance I could erase between our bodies, even if I kissed her like this forever.

Greer’s hands clutched at my arms and back and neck, the soft whimpers that escaped her mouth into mine like a drug.

These were the things I’d been missing. And I wanted more.

I wanted everything she’d give me.

I tore my mouth off hers, sucking at the skin on her neck. Her hands shoved up underneath my shirt, nails digging into my back.

My body tightened, hard and aching and in violent need of a release. I wanted her mouth and hands and her tongue. I wanted all the places I still needed to taste and touch.

“Where can we go?” I begged. “I need you.”

She gasped, tossing her head back when I rocked my hips into hers. I was so hard, and she trembled at the press of my body against her stomach.

Greer pushed gently at my chest, her eyes gleaming devilishly. “Want me to show you my makeout spot in high school?”

My chest heaved, my lungs incapable of pulling in enough air to think clearly. “How far?”

She tilted her head toward the woods behind the house. “About three minutes that way.” She leaned up. “Think your car can handle it?”

I snatched her hand in mine and marched to the vehicle in question—which wouldabsolutelybe able to handle it—the sound of her breathless laughter had my heart hammering wildly in my chest.

I wanted to hear it every single fucking day for the rest of my life.

I wrenched the door open for her, snatching a hot, hard kiss before I smacked her ass. “Get in,” I told her.

“So bossy,” she muttered as I shut the door.

But the moment I was in the driver’s seat, she angled in her seat, ripping her shirt off and tossing it in the back seat. “What are you doing?” I barked. “They can see you.”

“If they’re smart, they stopped watching a long time ago,” she said, shifting forward onto her knees so she could suck at my neck, her hand starting on my belt buckle.

The engine roared to life, and I tried desperately to ignore the sway of her breasts behind the black lace as she knelt over the console.

“Greer,” I said between gritted teeth. “Where the hell am I going?”

Her palm slid down the front of my pants, and I cursed.

“Back toward the road,” she panted, ducking back into her seat to tug at her cotton shorts, wrangling them off her legs before I’d even put it into reverse.

This fucking woman.

There were about a thousand more romantic ways to do this, and I couldn’t conjure a single one of them as she sat in the passenger seat, her insane body clad only in tiny scraps of lace.

“Turn right at that big tree,” she said.

“They’re all big trees,” I practically shouted. Her hand was working down my zipper, and I almost drove us off the road. I snatched her hand away. “Stop it right now unless you want us to crash.”

She laughed, her eyes bright. “There,” she said. “This one.”

There was a slightly worn path just past a massive fir tree, and I cranked the wheel.

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