CHAPTER 8
The creek burbles in my ears, a steady drone that drowns out the chitter of cicadas. His lips on mine are soft but pressured—need and sensuality that steals my breath.
Finally, he breaks the kiss, but continues to hold me close in the muscular cage of his arms. That was how I thought about those arms the first night we met, when he had me strapped to his motorcycle. My, how far we’ve come in such a short time. Immediate biological reactions and all that—attachment for survival’s sake. I’d found it an unromantic notion at the time, but now…
“I’m sorry,” he whispers against my neck. “This wasn’t your fault, I’m just… I’m so—”
“Hey, I’m sorry too. I mean, I made you listen while I f****d your friends in the car.”
He chuckles and pulls back far enough for me to see his face, his
