Hooking Him - Aurora Rose Reynolds Page 0,36
into deeper water and away from the shore, which I’m sure will be crowded.”
“Cool,” I say absently, looking out the window and soaking in the beauty of the area as we eventually get off the highway and turn onto an old gravel road. There are a few houses tucked back in the woods, but it’s mostly trees as far as the eye can see.
He takes my hand as we crest the top of a small hill, and a lake so still it looks like glass comes into view. “This is where I want to retire one day.”
“I can see why. It’s absolutely beautiful.”
“Yeah.” He places his hand on my lap and follows the road around the edge of the lake. We reach an area with a few cabins lined up side by side, and he parks in front of one with a hand-painted wooden sign hanging over the door, proclaiming the place THE SHACK.
“Grab your ID from your bag, babe. You’ll need it for the paperwork you have to fill out.”
I dig into my purse for my ID as he gets out, and by the time I find it, he has my door open and has reached around to unbuckle me. “I know you’re very excited about fishing.” I turn in my seat so my legs are hanging out the door. “But I am fully capable of unhooking myself and getting out of your truck.”
Without a word, he wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me forward, covering my mouth with his. Tingles shoot up my spine, and I lean into him, placing my hands on his shoulders as the tip of his tongue touches my lips. I open, the kiss deepens, and his hands wander up my thighs and to my sides. The urge to wrap my legs around his hips and grind against him causes a whimper of need to escape my throat, and his arms wrap tight around me.
Before I’m ready for the kiss to end, he tears his mouth from mine, slides his fingers into my hair to cup the back of my head, and tucks my face into his neck, muttering a quiet “Fuck.”
“Was that a ‘shut up’ kiss?” I pull back to look at him, still breathing heavily and dazed from the kiss.
“No, that was an ‘I’ve been wanting to kiss you all morning but never had the opportunity to kiss you until now’ kiss.”
“Good to know.” I lick my lips. “I like that kiss way more than the ‘shut up’ kiss.”
His eyes heat up as they drop to my mouth. “We should get this done so we can get out on the lake.”
“If you move, I’ll get down and we can get on with that.”
“Give me a minute, sweetheart.”
My brows drag together. “I thought you were ready to go in.”
“Yeah, but I’m not really down with everyone seeing how badly I want you.” My lips part as his hips tilt slightly into mine, showing me exactly what he means. “Yeah,” he mutters, and I smile, a little proud of myself for causing that kind of reaction. “Your cute, pleased little smile isn’t helping matters.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re breathing, babe.”
“Do you want me to hold my breath?” I ask, and his eyes narrow slightly. “What? I’m just trying to help.”
“Just be quiet.”
“Okay.” I pretend to zip my lips closed and toss the key away.
“Stop being fucking cute.”
“I’m not doing anything!” I start to laugh.
“Yeah, you are.”
“Fine, just pretend I’m not here.” I press my lips together and sit completely still.
“Fuck it. This is obviously not going to go away anytime soon.” He pulls me down from the cab and sets me on my feet. “Just stand in front of me.”
“Sure,” I say with a laugh. He slams the door shut, and I start to walk with him right behind me, his hand wrapped around the side of my waist. “I feel like we look like you’re holding me at gunpoint or something,” I whisper as we walk up the steps to the porch.
“It’ll be fine.” He raises his hand over the top of my shoulder and opens a wooden screen door with a metal handle attached to it. I step inside, and it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light. When they do, I see the room is set up like a small convenience store, with aisles of food and fishing supplies.
“How can I help you two?” a man wearing denim overalls and an old blue