“They combine here and then flow toward the river together, making them one.”
Ellyn peers over at me. “You’ve got the camera ready, right?”
“What do you think I brought you here for?”
She laughs and then starts posing. I take at least fifty more shots of her. So many that even she’s telling me that’s more than enough.
“We need some together.” She pulls at my arm when I hold her phone just out of reach. “Oh shoot, I think I forgot my selfie stick at the house,” she gripes.
“My arm’s long enough to get the job done.” I throw my free arm around her shoulders, and she curls into my body. We take a few with her phone before I pull out mine to take more.
Years ago, when Aiden was still in high school, he had a serious girlfriend. One day while he was over at the house, I saw his phone. The home screen was a picture of him and the girl he was dating.
I teased the hell out of him for being so addicted to a girl that he made her his home screen. He said it was because he wanted to see her as much as possible, even when they were a part.
I chalked it up to the heightened emotions of a sixteen year old.
Now, as I swipe through the photos of Ellyn and me, I know that one of them is going to end up as my home screen image. I just can’t figure out which one.
“Ah man, I had no idea snowmobiling and taking pictures for Instagram could make me so hungry,” Ellyn groans as we make our way back to the snowmobile. “How long until we get back to the house?”
“It’s a thirty-minute ride on the snowmobile from here.”
She nods. “I can hold out until then.”
“But you don’t have to,” I say, while lifting the back compartment I’d had added on when I had this snowmobile built a few years ago.
“Is that a trunk?” she asks, surprised.
“Not only a trunk.” I pull out a handful of smoked turkey and beef sticks, some dried fruit, crackers and cheese that I’d manage to pack.
“Looks like you brought enough for an army.” Ellyn laughs before she raises on her tiptoes to press her lips to my cheek. “Thank you for thinking ahead.”
Her voice comes out as a sultry whisper. The words are simple, but the emotional note in her tone reaches my heart, making it gallop.
I lean in and brush my lips across hers.
Ellyn pulls away, snatching one of the chunks of cheese out of the Ziploc bag, and holds it up to my lips.
“Open.”
I do as told, allowing her to pop the cheese into my mouth. It’s my turn to feed her a dried apricot.
A wicked jolt of electricity zaps its way through my body when the tip of her tongue grazes across my thumb. The glint in her eyes tells me she did that on purpose.
I growl at the back of my throat, making her laugh.
We feed one another for I don’t know how long, making a meal out of the food, hungry gazes and explicit innuendos, with very few words exchanged. The air between us becomes charged with a fire and electricity that’s probably enough to melt the snow away.
Finally, after an extended period of time, we pack up the remaining food and climb back onto the snowmobile to head home.
I can barely see straight from how much I want this woman.
CHAPTER 25
Ellyn
“The water’s perfect, Ellyn. Are you coming out?” Joel yells through the closed bedroom door.
