Page 52 of Some Like It Fox

The only thing that exists is the point where our skin meets. The rest of the world fades away under the onslaught of her touch, the heat of her hand in my hair, the smell of her skin, a mixture of soap and sweat and sweetness.

Then her lips part, her tongue brushes against mine and the motion nearly brings me to my knees.

I wouldn’t hesitate to actually get on my knees for her, even with the rocks and dirt and pine needles covering the ground underneath us. I can think of a lot of things I could do right now on my knees.

The taste of her on my tongue is a memory I’ve returned to time and time again since December.

My entire body jolts to life.

My fingers skate down her back, stopping just before the curve of her ass. I grip her hips, luxuriating in the feel of her,finally. Her body is perfectly formed for my hands.

She shifts closer, her breasts pressing against my chest, her hips tilting against mine.

It was inevitable that I would give in to this attraction between us. I don’t know why I fought against it so hard.

“I need you,” she says against my mouth.

“Yes.”

“I know you didn’t want a fling, but maybe we just need to get it out of our systems, you know? And then maybe being around each other won’t be so,” she swallows, “so...”

“Compulsive?”

“Yes.”

“Right.”

One time won’t be enough. I already know it; it’s written in my bones. Hell, a hundred might not be enough, but I’ll go with it for now, and maybe I can change her mind later. Not that I would ask her to change her life, but maybe adjust it enough to make space for me.

My thumb brushes over the fluttering pulse in her neck, the skin silky smooth under my fingers. I can’t resist her. Never could. “Yes,” I say.

Her eyes brighten.

“But not here,” I add.

“What?” She stretches up, nipping at my jawline with gentle teeth. “Why?”

“The first time I sink inside you it’s not going to be in the dirt, Taylor.”

She pulls back, her hands running down my arms and her eyes tracking the movement. “How far are we from the truck?”

I shake my head, chuckling. “Not in my truck either.”

“Why not?” She juts her chin out, mouth curving into a displeased frown.

I chuckle, brushing my thumb over her plump bottom lip, swollen from my mouth. The thought fills me with more satisfaction than I care to admit. “No one’s at my house right now.”

Her eyes widen, her frown curving into a smile. “What about finishing the hike?”

“We were nearly finished. I have enough for Finley.”

“We better hurry then.” She’s already tugging on my hand, heading back down the path.

The hike back down does nothing to cool the simmering need burning through my blood, not even a degree.

We make it to the truck in record time, out of breath from the exertions of our hike and the insistent craving pulsing between us.

For the first time, Taylor doesn’t bother with music. She sits on her hands while I drive, my fingers clenched around the steering wheel to keep them from reaching for her. The ride is silent except for the hum of the tires on the pavement and our mingled breathing.

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