Page 62 of I Can't Help It

She’s so cute.

Once we’re in the hall, we both move like we’re trying to win the world record for slow-walking. A baby taking first steps would be going faster than us, but eventually we reach Ava’s room.

“Well...” I motion toward the door. “Here we are.”

“Here we are,” she echoes with a nod.

That’s your cue to leave.

I force myself to let go of her suitcase handle. “I guess I’ll see you in a little bit for our cooking class.”

Time to walk away.

“Wait.” Her fingertips graze my arm, causing heat to burn through me like a wildfire, and I know I’m not going anywhere.

Not until I kiss this woman.

My breaths are shallow as I stay right where I am. “Yeah?”

Those green eyes tell me everything though.

She knows I’m not going anywhere.

It’s hard to say who starts the kissing, but we’re immediately entangled with each other as our lips meet in a hurried frenzy. There’s nothing hesitant or gentle about what’s happening right now.

This is pure, raw desire.

I grab her hips like I was dying to do when we were in the shower, and she holds onto my arms like she never wants to let me go. I’m not complaining though. If anything, she’s not close enough. So, I give her a little squeeze, and guide her backward until she’s against the door of her room. Now our bodies are pressed together so tightly, that a sheet of paper couldn’t even be slipped between us.

Perfection.

One of Ava’s hands moves up to my shoulder, and I can feel my eyes rolling back when her nails skim over the sensitive skin near the nape of my neck. I groan before kissing her deeper, and then I’m hit with the strongest urge to taste more than just her mouth.

My lips drift to the side of her jaw. The spot right behind her ear. The length of her neck.

And I savor the sweetness of every freaking inch.

She makes a soft, quiet sound—but I swear it’s the loudest thing I’ve ever heard.

“OH MY GOSH! HE’S TRYING TO EAT HER!”

Okay, the second loudest thing I’ve ever heard.

The blaring voice causes me to jerk away from Ava and her collarbone. I’m breathless and my vision isn’t completely focused, but I’m able to realize we’ve been caught making out by the little boy that’s gaping at us.

Oh great. I’ve scarred a child for life.

An accomplishment I could’ve done without.

“I wasn’t trying to eat her,” I feel the need to explain as Ava snickers under her breath. “We were just—I mean, I was just—”

“He wasn’t trying to eat her, Timmy. Don’t be dumb.” A girl who’s probably twice the age of “Timmy” appears beside him. Then, she shoots a judgy glare in our direction, “They just need to get a room. So, I guess it’s a good thing we’re at a lodge right now.”

Okay, that was a little harsh.

How is she making me feel worse than Officer Garcia did?

“Come on, dweeb. Mom is waiting for me to bring you back to our room.” The girl gives her brother (I guess?) a light shove before pulling out her phone. “If I miss my Look This Way livestream because of you, I’m telling Megan what REALLY happened to her new jean jacket.”

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