What the hell is he doing?
By the time he’s climbing out and rounding to my side of the truck, every nerve ending in my body is buzzing with anticipation.
Because with Kade Archer, the unexpected always turns into unforgettable.
He opens my door with a flourish, tipping his baseball cap like it’s a Stetson, and I blush all over again. “My lady.”
Giggling, I lift my hand to his but squeal when he reaches for my hips instead and…
Throws me over his shoulder again.
“I’m not a ragdoll!” I hiss, fingers clenching his jacket. “Don’t you dare drop me in the mud.”
“Not a doll,” he drawls, “but fun as hell to toss around.”
My teeth clack from how hard I snap my mouth shut, and he laughs, free hand inching up my thigh. A moan slips free when his fingers graze my center and his laugh dies a quick death.
It takes everything in me not to beg for more. To spread my thighs wider and whimper like a wanton hussy.
I’m so damn keyed up after the other night, it’s becoming a serious problem—for my panties.
He sets me gently on the tailgate, and I toss my head back, righting my messy hair. When I meet his gaze, red is spilling out above his beard, tinting his skin in an adorable, nervous flush.
“Are you…” My heart skips a beat, stomach flipping wildly. “Are youblushing?”
“No,” he mutters, lip twitching. “Maybe.”
“But why?”
Stepping forward, he grips my thighs roughly, hands rubbing up and down like he’s trying to warm me up.
Little does he know, I’m already burning alive on the inside.
“I’m really fuckin’ sorry for what happened the other night,” he murmurs, surprising me. My smile falls, and he’s quick to jump in, shaking his head. “No, not that.Definitelynotthat. But before…” He sighs. “I’m fuckin’ this up.”
“No,” I breathe, tucking his wavy hair behind his ear, thumb ghosting his jaw. “You’re really not.”
He presses a kiss to my palm and sinks into the touch.
I’m quickly realizing, Kade is just as touch starved as I am, maybe more, and I make a mental note to be more physical. It doesn’t come natural to me—or, it didn’t. Not before him.
But now, I’m finding it difficultnotto have my hands on this man at any given moment.
“Anyway,” he continues, voice rough. “I’m really fuckin’ sorry you got sick. Know you said it’s not my fault, but fuck, Georgia, seeing you like that—sprawled out and sobbing on the floor, and after… the migraines and pain. Never knew food could do that to a person.”
I tip my shoulders, stomach swooping. “It happens. I’m used to it.”
Pain lances across his features at that. “Well, next time it does, you won’t have to go through it alone.”
And that promise is enough to make me fall infinitely deeper and further into the abyss ofhim.
“Brought you here to replace that shitty memory with a better one. Was our first night together, and yeah, ended good as hell, but started rough.”
Unable to help myself, I lean forward and kiss him, driven my nothing but instinct andwant. He doesn’t miss a beat, kissing me hard and groaning into my mouth. His fingers weave into my hair, tipping me back as his tongue traces my lips. I open, greedy for more.
More.
Alwaysmorewith him.
