A smile splits her lips as she slides her hands into my hair. Mine grip her waist, and she rocks on my lap as her eyes shutter closed. I tamp back the groan wanting out.
Good morning to you too, Sunshine.
“Apologize,” she rasps.
Fuck . . .
“You and me in a confined space is only going to end one way, Sunshine.”
“Sunshine?”
“You light up every space you walk into. So yeah, Sunshine.”
She chuckles and dusts kisses over my jawline.
Hell, a man could get used to this.
“Well, since I have risen and started your day.” She glances down to where her weight is over my aching cock. “Time for... coffee!”
Eyes lit up, she jumps out of my lap and crawls—fuckingcrawls—over the bunk, unruly dark hair draped around her shoulders, and steps off. I don’t know what view I prefer, her ass swaying in front of me or the hard nipples now straining against the tank hugging her perfect tits. My mouth waters looking at her.
I flop back onto the mattress with a groan, rubbing my hands over my face.
I mean, coffee sounds great. I love coffee. Huge fan of the liquid of life. But, hell, that is not where my head is at right now.
She pulls the sheet from the bunk, leaving me exposed. “You think the mosquitos have buzzed off?”
I huff a laugh at her lame attempt at a joke and prop my head up with both hands laced underneath. “Absolutely not. We’ll have to stay in here for hours.”
A pillow flies through the air and smacks me right in the face. I chuckle as I grab it and send it back.
I sneak a peek at her and catch a cheeky smile on her face before sliding my hands over my own. What I wouldn’t do for a pillow fight with this woman. One I would fully intend on winning by pinning her the mattress and kissing the hell out of her.
Hearing her getting dressed, I’m knocked from the daydream that has my cock rock-hard again. I roll over and off the bunk. I can only stand bent over in the van, and it’s awkward as hell with a boner.
Jeans fly at me, and I catch them in one hand. I slide them on quickly to conceal the effect she has on me so damn easily.
Maggie leans on the tiny counter. Her gaze tracks over my body like she’s seeing me for the first time.
Is it bad to wish for a plague of mosquitos right now? If there was a way to keep us held up in this tiny haven all day, I’d take it. But it’s not just up to me, and if I have any chance with this incredible woman, it will be on her terms.
“Brady and Spence are probably wondering where you are.”
“Sunshine, they ain’t wonderin’.”
She rolls her lips and dips her gaze to the floor.
“Besides,” I add. “They’re probably long gone by now.”
I nod to the small digital clock on the counter.
10:55
“Oh shit!” She grabs up her bag and pads for the door. Peering through the small window, she lets out a breath. “Can’tsee any insects intent on sucking the life source from our veins, but you never know.”
She cracks the door slightly as I pull on my boots and then button up my team shirt. This absolutely looks like I spent the night here to?—
“Hadley,” she whisper-shouts, tension racking her body as her hand on the door turns white.
