Her willingness to be so vulnerable was incredibly sexy. Not that I find upset, crying girls sexy, but it was her absence of fear. Lennon loves me and Finn deeply and unconditionally (and differently, as I recently learned), but she’s not free with her emotions the way Addison is. And before meeting Addison, I didn’t even know that was something I liked in a woman.
I kissed Addison.
She kissed me.
And it was perfect.
She’s still in my arms, sighing softly against my neck. I gulp as the warm air from her sped up breathing decreases slowly. She palms my chest, and I feel her chuckle.
“Your heart is racing.”
“Your. Fault.” The sentence is broken into two words because I’m running after my frantic heart, trying to reign in its beats.
Addison pulls back slightly and looks up at me, her eyes wide. “I cannot believe that just happened.”
“Which part?” I’m picturing her with the truth stick, then the feel of her lips against mine.
She sits back on her butt and shakes her head, her hair falling down around her shoulders. “All of it.”
“Do you regret any of it?” My chest tightens as I steel myself for her answer.
She keeps me in suspense for a second that feels like an eternity. Slowly she shakes her head back and forth. “No.”
I blow out a breath of air I didn’t know I’d been holding and look up at the blue sky studded with cotton ball clouds.
Addison laughs and leans forward, sliding her arms around my neck. “Here, let me show you.”
She kisses me again, harder this time. Her lips part and allow my tongue to sweep inside, tasting her.
My hands encircle her small waist and running up her ribcage. I feel her intake of breath. She pulls her mouth away and sucks in a loud, dragging breath.
“Brady, my god.” She breathes the words.
“I’ve never been called a god before,” I tease, breaking into a smile.
Her eyes roll up to the sky and she playfully shoves my arm.
A somber expression takes over her face, as if a thought has just occurred to her. “We should head back soon. I have a list of things my grandma needs help with.” She climbs to her feet and stretches her arms above her.
I stand too, watching her shirt ride up her torso and show a small stretch of her skin. I saw her in a sports bra earlier, so this shouldn’t be a big deal, but now I know what the inside of her mouth tastes like, and that makes a minor peek of skin even more tantalizing than it would have been before.
“I can help you with that list,” I offer.
She turns me down with one simple swivel of her chin. “You’re a guest, Brady.”
“Do you make out with all guests?” My raised eyebrows challenge her.
Addison’s hands fall from the top of her stretch to her backside. She brushes off the seat of her shorts, reminding me I should probably do the same, and says, “Yep. I finished a session with Mr. Anderson just before I came to your cabin for the mystery walk.”
She grimaces even before she completes her sentence.
I laugh, following her lead and wiping off the backside of my shorts. “Never play Bullshit. You’re as bad as Lennon.”
Curiosity flames in Addison’s eyes.
Crap.
I take Addison’s hand in mine and lead the way up the amphitheater steps, hoping she’ll let the comment slide.
