Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“If I do that, it’s going to go up in flames like the last three and melt off.”
“Exactly how I like it!” We’re down to the last marshmallow. If he fucks this one up, I’m going to drown him in the lake.
“And how many times do I have to tell you it’s a slow melt. You set it on fire too soon, and it’s still hard in the middle—”
“Oh, just give me that stick.”
“No, you’re going to ruin it—”
“Like you ruined the last three?” I’m going to sock him between the eyes before I drown him. “Seriously. Give me the stick, or it’s going to find its way up your ass.”
“My ass? Before or after you eat the crispy marshmallow?”
“Obviously after. I’m not about to waste the last one.” I reach for the stick, but he pulls it away. “Give it to me.”
“No.”
“No?”
“If we’re sharing the last one, we’re making it my way.”
The audacity.
I place my hands on my hips and give him a nasty glare.
“That shit ain’t gonna work on me, babe.” I narrow my eyes. “Still no. We’re gonna eat this my way, then we’re gonna go back inside, and I’m gonna make it all better. You feel me?”
I tap my foot against the edge of the firepit. “What you’re gonna do is give that stick to me so I can burn that little fucker to a crisp and smash it between the graham cracker and the last piece of chocolate. Then you’re gonna watch me eat the whole thing. You feel me?”
He looks down at me, his smile turning up, which only pisses me off more. “Give me the fucking…stick.” The last word is barely audible as we both turn at the sound of a plop and stare at the bare stick.
“You have to be kidding me,” Tate growls.
I can’t stop staring at the little bubbling flame in the fire that is my fucking marshmallow. “That didn’t just happen.”
“If you hadn’t been tugging at my arm—”
“Oh, so this is my fault?” It’s settled. He has a death wish. “If you weren’t such a stubborn ass, we would be eating a gooey s’more right now.”
“I’m the stubborn one?” His narrowed eyes match mine. “You serious? We wouldn’t be out of marshmallows if you’d just listened to me the first time—which you’re horrible at doing.” He tosses the stick and crosses his arms over his chest.
Heat spreads across my face. My hands ball into fists, and I stomp my foot, then kick him in the shin. “Shit!”
“And you suck. Take that.” I turn and storm off down the yard toward the dock.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Away from your ogre ass!” I hear him following, so I pick up the pace. The last thing I need is him convincing me I’m not angry as hell.
“Mindy, get over here.”
“Since I don’t know how to listen, no!” I walk faster.
“We really gonna do this?” His voice is too close.
I start to sprint. “Sure are—ahhh!” I yelp as he scoops me up from behind and jumps off the dock. I have half a second to hold my breath before we plunge into the lake. The second I come up for air, I ignite. “You ass—”
I don’t get far because his mouth silences me. And dammit, this is why I shouldn’t have allowed him to catch me. I completely unravel, wrapping my arms around him with zero resistance and return the kiss with the same consuming passion. I should’ve known my attempt to flee would be useless.
I pull him to me as our tongues collide. His grip around me tightens, and he drags us out of the lake until my back is against the dock. Our clothes are suddenly gone, and he’s sliding into me. We’ve done fast and slow. Rough and sweet. This time, it’s different. There’s more need and the urge to own, mark, devour. My heart hammers in my chest with each thrust. Each word of praise. His hand cups my ass for a deeper angle, and he plunges in and out, taking what’s his. With hooded lids, I stare up at him. Lust, confusion, and regret greet me.
I wonder if the same lust, desire, and weakness swirls inside him. An affection I can barely explain. The four-letter word I’ve never felt before. He owns me. My heart. It pounds with an emotion that feels so good it hurts. I may not know where we stand after this, but I do know one thing: I’m in love with him.
“Fuck, Minds,” he moans my name, and it settles inside my chest. I can’t help what happens next. I let those three words take flight and slip from my lips.
“I love you.” My orgasm thrashes through me, and his body becomes rigid as he rides his own release.
Fuck, what did I do? I clench my eyes shut.