She curses and pulls her hand away to kiss me. Her tongue sweeps inside my mouth, to taste me on my lips. I grip her by the back of her neck and suck on her bottom lip. After a long, heated kiss, she reluctantly pulls back.
“Come on,” she says. “I don’t like it when you’re quiet. You make the hottest fucking sounds, and I want to hear you scream before you leave tomorrow.”
Chapter Seven
“Beehive Loop in Maine?”
She nods.
“Emerald Lake in Colorado?”
She nods again.
“Okay.” I frown, then straighten. “Angels Landing in Utah?”
She gives me a cheeky smile in answer, and I groan, chucking my phone across the bed. We’re both completely naked, sprawled across the mattress. We’ve been going at it for hours, only stopping when my phone blew up at midnight with family and friends texting and calling to wish me a happy new year. I noticed she got at least one text message, but the rest of the time, she was lying next to me, her fingers roaming to distracting places. I had no complaints and was highly motivated to put my phone on do not disturb.
“It’s not fair,” I complain. “I can’t believe you’ve done every hike on my list.”
She shrugs. “If it makes you feel any better, they all have gorgeous views. Totally worth being on your list.”
“Ugh, I hate you.” I fall back dramatically. “You’re only making me more jealous.”
Harlow’s hand reaches out to cup my breast, and I hide my small sigh in the crook of my elbow. I have my arm draped over my face to sell this whole pouty thing I’m going for.
“That won’t work,” I say.
“What?” she asks while rolling my now hard nipple over her fingertips, and, fuck, that feels good.
“You can’t use those magical little fingers of yours to make me forget how annoyed I am.”
She lets out a surprised laugh before sliding her hand down my stomach. “Oh, come on! You can’t be upset. I traveled the country in my van fortwoyears.”
My arm drops, and I lift my head to show her my teasing grin. “You know, you’re seriously making me consider quitting my job. I’ll steal your van and go on my own adventure.”
Her mouth falls open in a show of aghast horror. “How dare you steal Haley.”
“Haley?”
“Mhm. I named her after the main character in the 2006 cult classicStick It.”
I nod approvingly. “The ice tub scene.”
“The ice tub scene,” she confirms and softly strokes her thumb across my abdomen.
“Okay. I approve.”
“Thank you.” She chuckles and sits up. “Do you want anything to drink or a snack?”
I roll on my side to face her. “Don’t judge me, but I’m kind of craving popcorn.” She stares at me, and I playfully slap her arm. “I said, don’t judge me!”
“No, no. I’m not judging. Popcorn’s my favorite snack.”
“Really?”
Harlow jumps off the bed and reaches for my hand. “Come on. I’ll show you.”
Daisy’s head pops up at the sound of the bedroom door opening, and she comes bouncing over to us from the couch. Harlow reaches down to greet her when she barrels past Harlow to crash into my legs.
