“I’m so sure,” I practically panted.
He pressed open-mouthed kisses along my neck, nibbling his way along the same path. Goosebumps scattered up my arms. This was happening. This was freaking happening with Thayer.
I pressed my ass back, and he groaned.
Heat pulsed in my cheeks and between my thighs.
“Tell me to leave,” Thayer whispered in between kisses.
“Why would I do that?”
“Because we shouldn’t be doing this,” he said.
“Don’t you dare go getting self-righteous on me now,” I said, pretty damn sure I would hold him down—or at least try to—if he tried to leave my room.
“Are you gonna ghost me again for another year?” he asked, having a very legitimate reason for asking.
“I wasn’t the only one ghosting,” I argued.
“Agree to disagree,” he said.
“You know the whole situation’s complicated.”
“Well, let me uncomplicate it—” It happened so fast that I had no time to prepare. Thayer rolled me onto my back and covered me with his body. He was strong and hard in all the right places. “I want you, G. I always have.”
My belly dipped, both excited yet terrified as I gazed up into his gorgeous green eyes as his body pressed me to the bed.
“But you already know that,” he said with a shy smile.
“Thayer,” I implored.
“I don’t wanna hear that you have a boyfriend. If you really wanted to be with him, you would’ve moved to Florida to be with him.”
“My family’s not there…”
“Right,” he said, calling my bluff.
“My boutique’s not there,” I tried again.
“Uh huh.”
I huffed my resignation. “You’re not there.”
He stilled. “What do you mean I’m not there?”
The weight of him pressing me to the bed, his anticipatory gaze, and his heartbeat racing in his chest left me no choice. “You’re. Not. There,” I repeated, looking directly into his eyes.
His mouth crashed down on mine, his lips moving with mine in a delicious chase. Our tongues tangled, melding together as one. It was suddenly as if we couldn’t get close enough. God, he could kiss. And, he was clearly starved for this kiss. It was a year in the making. My hands slipped around his back, my fingers slipping under his T-shirt and skating up. His skin was so smooth, just like all his moves on the mountain, but the muscles beneath were hard and defined. I needed more. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged it up, knowing I couldn’t pull it off without his help.
He pulled back enough to look at me. His eyes were hungry and his breathing labored. “Are we really doing this?”
The intensity of his stare made me consider his question. Did he mean sex? Or, more? I wasn’t sure, but in that moment, I was willing to give him all of me. “Yes.”
He grabbed the material behind his neck and peeled off his shirt. Je-sus. I wasn’t used to seeing him bare-chested, and he had amazing abs and that freaking V that slid beneath his waistband. I noticed a tattoo I’d never seen just above his left peck—three swirls. He didn’t allow me to touch it for long before he was back on top of me, spreading my legs with his knee. I felt him everywhere, especially between my thighs as he returned to my mouth, kissing me like he needed me to breathe. My fingers tunneled through the back of his hair as my body shamelessly wriggled beneath him, seeking the friction our bodies created between my legs. He reached down, and his hand slipped beneath the waistband of my shorts. “Tell me to stop,” he said against my mouth.
“Not a chance.”
He smiled against my lips as his fingers coasted beneath my panties. I sucked in a sharp breath as two of his fingers slipped inside of me. My head pushed back against the pillow. He didn’t stop kissing me as his fingers dipped in and out. “Gah,” I sighed as my back arched off the bed—at least as much as it could with him on top of me.