He chuckles low in his throat, setting the dish towel down slowly. “Not usually.”
I raise a brow. “But?”
“But you? Yeah. You make even this look hot.” His voice drops. “And it’s driving me fucking insane.”
I open my mouth to sass him, but he’s already moved behind me, one hand slipping around my waist. I suck in a breath as he presses close, his chest to my back, lips grazing the curve of my neck.
“You know what I want?” he murmurs.
I nod slowly. “You already have your hands on it.”
He groans softly. “No, baby. I mean, yeah—but I wantyou. I want you so bad I can’t think straight.”
He spins me gently, pressing me against the counter. His mouth crashes into mine and I melt instantly, clinging to his shoulders as his hands roam greedily over my waist, my back, my hips. I kiss him like I’m starving—because God help me, I am.
His hands slide under my tank top, thumbs brushing my ribs, just shy of my bra. “Say the word and I’ll carry you to that guest room so fast…”
“I want you to so bad…”
He kisses me again, deeper this time—urgent, searing. I clutch his shoulders, and his grip tightens on my waist like he’s afraid I’ll vanish.
In one swift move, he lifts me, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips. My back hits the wall, but I don’t care. I’m clinging to him, kissing him like we’re already naked, already halfway to burning the whole house down.
He grinds into me once, and I gasp into his mouth, my nails raking across his shoulder blades.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he breathes, pressing his forehead to mine for a split second before going back to my mouth like he can’t get enough.
We’re interrupted by the unmistakable slam of the back door.
Our eyes fly open. I scramble down off him just as he grabs a dish towel and tosses it at me, snatching up a plate with military speed.
We’re both standing like picture-perfect coworkers when Margot steps into the kitchen, eyebrows arched, holding an empty roasting stick and that knowing Southern smile.
“I was just wondering if y’all could bring the extra chocolate bars,” she says sweetly. “Daphne already burned two.”
My face is on fire. “Of course,” I manage.
“Great! Don’t forget the graham crackers, too.” She disappears back down the hall like nothing just happened.
Hunter scrubs a hand over his face, laughing under his breath. “So…that happened.”
I’m still breathless. “That almost happened.”
We stare at each other, both buzzing, both wondering what exactly this is turning into.
Then I clear my throat and grab the chocolate. “Let’s go before she comes back and catches us making s’mores on each other.”
He laughs. “Rain check?”
My heart flips. I shoot him a smirk. “We’ll see.”
And with that, we head down toward the fire, hearts pounding.
Just as we’re stepping onto the back porch, my phone buzzes in my pocket.
“Damn, I thought this thing was on silent,” I mutter, tugging it out.
“You could leave it in your room,” Hunter suggests. “No phones necessary at the bonfire.”
