Page 29 of The Summer Off Grid


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“Wilder,” I whisper. At first, it comes out like a plea. Then, a reluctantpause. “Wilder.”

“I can be quick,” he murmurs.

I cup his cheek in my hand. “You've never been fast.”

“Maybe the first three times,” he teases. “What can I say? I like taking my time with you.”

I ignore his sly advances.

“We need to talk to Cash,” I say, forcing us back to the conversation at hand.

Wilder kisses me, his lips soft and slow. I lean in, needing to be as close to him as possible. He opens his mouth, letting the tip of my tongue slide along his. Spears of heat prick my core and I roll my hips against his jeans, needinghim.

He laughs against my mouth.

“What?” I pull away, my heart pounding against my chest.

“Nothing,” he lies.

“Wilder Cox,” I scold him. “You are a terrible liar.”

“I can't lie to you, Blondie.”

He smiles, fire shining in his hazel eyes before he kisses my nose. “It's impossible.” He kisses my cheek. “Incomprehensible.” His lips hover over mine. “Unfeasible.”

“You're impossible,” I sigh as my fingers dig into his soft hair.

“We're going on a road trip,” he breathes.

“IfIsla agrees to cover my shifts,” I clarify.

“Oh.” Wilder smirks, lifting me with him. “She'll agree.”

“Where are we going?” I hold on tight as he heads toward the door.

He tugs it open and hollers, “Cash!” down the hall before taking me back to his bed.

“We should...” I trail off as I hear Cash's footsteps. “Detangle.”

Wilder kisses me before saying, “Fine.”

“Don't stop making out on my account,” Cash snips as he walks into the room and plops down on his cot.

I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest.

Wilder holds up a hand. “Really, Cash?”

Cash briefly closes his eyes. “Sorry, it’s been a crappy day.”

This. This is exactly why a road trip is not going to work. I can't control my facial expressions and Cash can't control his mouth.

“Blondie is going to talk to Isla and see if she can cover her shifts at Loretta's,” Wilder tells him. “If she'll do it, we can leave on Monday.”

That's in two days.

He never said it was this quick.

“Monday?” I smack my lips. “So soon?”