Page 167 of Gin and Lava

I grab her by the hip and pull her into my lap. She squeals, and my sunburn surges with pain as her weight curls against me, but I don’t care. All I care about is the way her hands cup my face, and the softness of her lips, and how lightheaded and nervous my whole body is.

Is this really happening?

She kisses me softly, then with more pressure, and it hurts in my skin and in my chest, and she pulls back to look at me, alarm feathering her expression. “Mason? You’re shaking. Are you okay?”

“I don’t get happy endings, Princess,” I confess. “The girl doesn’t choose me. She doesn’t fall for me. My body is clearly having a heart attack.”

Naomi puts her hands on my chest, above my heart which is hammering like crazy. “This girl chooses you. This girl loves you. If you’ll have me?”

“That’s not a question, Princess. That’s a certainty.” I lean in and kiss her again—my heart, my skin, my mind all buzzing. She tastes like frosting and mint and a hundred things that make me addicted.

Panting, we separate, and Naomi’s eyes have that mischievous glint. “You’re wrong, Mason. You do get happy endings. In fact, I gave you one last week on my massage table.” Her hand darts between us toward my pants.

“Sunburn!” I warn. “The only way you’re giving me a massage is if you have some kind of crazy cooling aloe massage gel that probably doesn’t exist.”

“Is your cock sunburnt?”

“It could be,” I counter. “I could’ve been sunbathing in the nude. You don’t know what I did to get early-onset skin cancer.”

“I think you’re bluffing,” she teases, rubbing her hand against where I’m definitely thickening in my pants.

“Even sunburnt, I’d react to you touching me like that.”

“Because you love me?”

I shake my head at her, and she smiles, all that gorgeous blonde hair falling around her shoulders like a damn angel.

“You’d better shut this door if you’re going to do what I think you’re going to do,” I say, nodding to my left where my driver’s door is wide open. “And for the record, your red truck has a lot more room than my shitty Chevy coupe. Plus, we’re in avery publicparking lot and the sun’s still up.”

“I thought we made a deal about being dates to the next wedding we attend,” she says, moving so she can straddle me before pulling the door shut.

“Dates, yes,” I counter. “There are hints, but no promise of an after-wedding fuck.”

“Good thing that’s not what’s about to happen,” she says, unzipping my pants and sliding her hot hand over my bare cock. I jolt and grab her arm.

“Then what is happening right now, Tate?”

She leans in and kisses me, stroking me softly, and I loosen my grip on her wrist because I can’t resist this girl. She moans softly. “What’s happening,” she says breathlessly, “is I’m about to make love to my boyfriend: my gorgeous, sunburnt, well-hungboyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?” I echo.

“Real boyfriend,” she says, pulling me out of my pants and brushing me against the insides of her thighs. I’m hidden under her skirt, twitching like crazy, because I want this, but I also know it’s going to hurt. “I’m going to do this slow,” she warns, reaching under her skirt to pull her panties aside so she can lash my tip through her bare slickness.

“Fuck, my girlfriend’s a tease,” I quip, and she smiles.

“Mmmmm,” she moans against my mouth. “Say it again.”

“Girlfriend?”

She nods like that turns her on. “Are you excited to have sex with your official, bonified, can’t-get-enough-of-you girlfriend?” She notches me into her entrance, and I growl, sliding my hands under her skirt to her ass.

“Did you just say boner-fied?” I tease. “Because there’s nothing I want more in the world than my girlfriend fucking me.”

“Making love to you,” she corrects. “Now, where aren’t you sunburnt?”

“Waist down,” I admit, and she nods, adjusting, opening her legs wider and propping her knees on the arm rests. She puts her hands on the back of the seat above my shoulders and looks deep in my eyes. I don’t entirely understand the physics, but mygirlfriendis perched above me, and somehow the only places we touch are my hands on her ass and the tip of my cock notched in her softness.

How did I get so damn lucky?

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