And thiswasfun, but somehow, in the center of Ramona’s chest, it felt anything but casual. And as Dylan lifted Ramona’s chin with a finger, thumb swiping at her cheek, those eyes looking so deep into her, it didn’t feel like Dylan thought it was casual either.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Dylan said softly.
Ramona felt herself trembling, tried to steady her muscles, but Jesus, Dylan’s voice. Soft yet gravelly. Rough but somehow silky. She wanted it to trail over her skin. Scrape down her stomach and whisper between her thighs.
“I…I’m thinking I want you to take me back to your place,” Ramona said, her own voice as quiet as the lapping lake. A plea.
Dylan looked at her, eyes hooded, her mouth parted. “You sure?”
“Never been so sure,” Ramona said, her fingers digging into Dylan’s shoulders.
Dylan responded by wrapping her arms back around Ramona’s waist, pulling her close and kissing her, lifting her off the ground a little.
Ramona gasped, opened her mouth to Dylan, reminded herself to tease Dylan later about being so strong and buff and literally sweeping her off her feet, but right now, she just wanted to kiss her.
She wanted to kiss Dylan Monroe. Her Lolli. And so that’s what she did.
Chapter
Twenty-Three
Dylan had neverbeen so thankful to be in a small town. If they’d been in LA—especially if they’d been at the beach—it would’ve taken an hour to get back to her Silver Lake house, and most likely, traffic would’ve been very, very cruel. In Clover Lake, the walk from Mirror Cove to the house she was renting was relatively short, though still plenty torturous.
She held Ramona’s hand the whole way, thankful for the shade of darkness as they hurried through the woods. She didn’t want to think of anyone else. Not cameras or Rayna or her reputation or the fact that Gia was properly pissed at her for how distracted she was on set again.
She just wanted this.
Ramona Riley’s hand in hers.
“Wait, wait,” Ramona said, pulling them to a stop in the middle of the trail.
“Wait?” Dylan asked, laughing. “Exact opposite of what I’m thinking right now.”
Ramona smiled, but then waved her free hand through the air. “It’s Moon Lover’s Trail.”
Dylan blinked, but then the name came back to her. “Number two on the list.”
“And here we are,” Ramona said, “under a full moon.”
Dylan looked around—itwaslovely. The trail widened at this point, almost like a tiny alcove in the woods, trees on all sides, the rest of the trail narrowing ahead of them. The moon sprinkled silver over the entire space, making everything look a little magic.
“Here we are,” Dylan said, then pulled Ramona closer and kissed her. She kissed her long and deep, hands sliding down Ramona’s ass. She meant it to be a little more romantic than an ass grab, but god, Ramona drove her crazy.
“Not exactly what I had in mind when I put it on the list,” Ramona said as she pulled back, her voice gloriously breathless. “But I’ll definitely take it.”
“Same,” Dylan said, then kissed her again. Ramona groaned, her thigh hooking around Dylan’s hip.
“God,” Ramona said, gasping into Dylan’s mouth.
“Yeah,” Dylan managed, biting her bottom lip and pulling her closer. She was so soft, flawless, her curves fitting Dylan’s hands perfectly, like Ramona was made for her, for this moment. “I need to get you home.”
“Not home,” Ramona said, hands scraping through Dylan’s hair.
“I mean my home,” Dylan said, mouth trailing down Ramona’s neck. She smelled like summer, like grass and lemons and starlight, whatever the hell that smelled like, but it felt right. Everything with Ramona felt right.
“Bed,” she said. “I need to get you to a bed.”
“Then get me there,” Ramona said, breathless, and god, she was everything.
