I gaped at him. Holy fucking shit, this man had just taken it up a notch. He had no business looking all sweet and boy-next-door and then saying that shit to me.
“We haven’t, umm, done that yet. I mean, the me sitting on your face thing.” I sucked in a breath. “I can’t believe I just said that out loud.”
His fingers gripped my chin, tilting my head back up to look at him. “Maybe we can fix that tonight. You know, if you’re up for a sleepover.”
“Holy shit,” I rasped, then fanned my overheated cheeks as he chuckled. “You cannot say that to me while we’re in the middle of hiking.” His words and actions threw me off-kilter.
“Keeping you on your toes is one of my favorite things to do.”
“So rude,” I admonished.
He leaned down and nibbled my lower lip, tugging it into his mouth, and I arched into his body. Dammit, I had zero control around him.
Screw it. I linked my arms around his neck and scraped my nails along the base of his head, knowing how much he liked it. He rocked his hips against me and his cock pressed hard along my stomach. Kissing Gabe was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, and I didn’t want it to end.
“Fuck, I want to take you against a tree or something,” he muttered against my mouth when he broke the kiss. “You feel so damn good in my arms.”
“I thought we came here to hike? Although I wouldn’t mind climbing you like a tree.”
He chuckled, his warm breath washing over my skin and making my entire body zing with desire.
“We’re going to finish this hike and then I’m taking you home so you can climb all over me. Only if you want, of course.”
“I definitely want. Or we could end this right now and just get out of here,” I said, trailing my fingers down his chest.
Of course, Pucks chose that moment to bark.
“I should’ve left you at home,” Gabe grumbled, peering down at Pucks, who was patiently standing at our feet.
“Don’t be mean because your beloved pet keeps cockblocking you.” Why did I have no filter around this man?
Pucks barked again, like he was agreeing with me, and I couldn’t help but laugh as Gabe put him back on the leash.
“Come on, let’s go see a waterfall or something.” He linked his fingers with mine and tugging me back down the path, Pucks following along.
Twenty minutes later, we reached the lake. The scenery always took my breath away. Colorado was filled with awesome hikes, but I loved how serene this spot was. Gabe had his pack at his feet and was already pulling out a blanket and a few bags.
“What did you bring? That’s a lot of stuff,” I said, unclipping Pucks.
“Sandwiches from your favorite deli and some snacks and fruit and veggies to round out the meal. Then I had to grab a few iced snickerdoodles from Anna. It’s hockey season, so I need balanced meals, but I never skimp on dessert.”
I laughed. “Of course you don’t.”
He patted his ripped stomach. “I burn a lot of calories at work.”
“And other places,” I murmured.
“You know I’m starting to think you only want me for my body.” He winked. “Which I have no problem with.”
I laughed softly, shaking my head at him, and ignored the heat spiraling through me again. Maybe I could use the next week while he was on his road trip to figure out what the hell I actually wanted, because apparently it wasn’t just his dick that was constantly scrambling my brains.
“So, what kind of video do you have planned for today?” I asked, finding a spot on the blanket and snagging a carrot stick.
“I don’t know. What do you think, Pucks?” He turned to face Pucks, who was sitting next to me and alternating between eying the food and looking toward the lake.
“Don’t even think about it. It’s way too cold,” Gabe said, but Pucks was already heading toward the water. “I’m not swimming with you,” Gabe called out. “This wouldn’t have happened if he was still leashed,” he said, already moving toward the water’s edge as Pucks plunged in.
I laughed as Pucks trotted up to him and shook himself out. Gabe snagged Pucks’s collar and they headed back toward the blanket.
