Shit. I did this. I never should have taken advantage of her.
“Nothing.” She gives a soft hiccup. “I’m just happy.”
“You always cry when you’re happy?” More like un-happy. I bet she’s sorry about everything that’s happened. Knew it. I never should have agreed to anything, and if it were anyone else I would have run in the other direction. This is more than some one-night stand. This took our friendship to a whole new level and turned it into a bona fide relationship whether we want to admit it or not.
Reese doesn’t answer. She just rains hot tears over my shoulder, and I hold back the urge to cry right along with her.
“It’s going to be okay,” I whisper.
And for the first time ever, I think I just lied to Reese.
Reese follows me back down toward Loveless, and I can’t help steeling glances at her in the rearview mirror. After days of fusing my body to hers, my boys are already going through some serious withdrawals. I take a turn toward Wilson Bridge just as the sun is getting ready to set and catch a glimpse of the lake bathed in pinks and golds. If the landscape could describe what went down between Reese and me in that tent, that would be it—beauty beyond words that only God could accurately depict.
My body aches, every muscle is crying out for Reese.
“I need her,” I whisper as I head into the bridge.
I drive into the protective covering of that old rundown scaffolding and park the Cougar before hoping out. Reese does the same.
“You forget your way to Loveless?” She runs at me a million miles an hour, jumps up and wraps her legs around my waist.
“Nope. Just wanted to do this one more time.” I bring her in by the back of the neck and kiss her hard. I sit her on the hood of the Cougar, and we break our record for longest lip-lock these past two weeks. Reese’s kisses have the power to thrill me, kill me—same difference. They make me want to do insane things like tell her I love her right here, right now.
“Reese.” I pull back and take in her beauty—her pale shining eyes that smile just for me. “What had you so upset back there?” Maybe if she goes there first—if she even hints at it, I’ll take it and run with it.
“I don’t know.” Her voice dips down and marinates in grief. “I think—um…you make me happy.” Her lips tremble as she says it.
“I think you make me happy, too.” This is good. We’re definitely headed in the right direction.
“Really?” Her entire body relaxes as she breaks out into an easy smile.
“Hell, yes. You’re amazing, Reese. I wish we never had to leave.” My heart thumps hard against my chest because I just laid it out on the line. “What we shared was beautiful.”
Her gaze dips to my waist. “We can still steal moments.” She reaches into my shorts and gently holds me in her hand until I’m growing again. “In fact, we can steal a moment, right now.”
“I like where you’re going,” I say, lifting her skirt past her hips and finding that sweet, dark triangle staring back at me. “You seem to be lacking in the undergarment department.” I bury a smile in my cheek.
“Are you complaining?” She pulls me in by the shirt as I dig for the lone condom I stuffed in my pocket.
“Nope. Not me. Just pointing it out in the event you weren’t aware.”
“It’s all your fault.” She lowers her lids, drawing me closer. “Besides, you have a way of disintegrating my panties with just one look.”
“Is that right?” I graze my teeth over her cheek before holding up the small foil wrapper. “Last one.”
“Really?” She snatches it from me and tears it open with her teeth. “I’d hate for it to feel neglected.” She rolls it over me, her eyes never leaving mine. Reese has gone from virginal to a seasoned seductress in less than two weeks. She reaches down and runs her fingers over my balls until I groan.
“All right.” I push in nice and slow. “Now you’re asking for it.”
“I am asking for it. Fuck me, Ace,” she laughs as she says it, and her voice echoes across the bridge.
“Only because you asked so politely.” I pull her in by the face and kiss her sweetly, rocking into her, loving her with everything I can.
Reese and I make that Cougar bounce as she pants her way to oblivion.
“Ace,” she cries out and her voice replays itself, refining its passion inside Wilson Bridge like a boomerang.
“Someone’s going to hear you.” I’m only half-teasing. We’re not that far from Loveless, and any moment now I expect a car to come whipping through.
