My Aussie Guy - Liz Lovelock Page 0,34

or I’ll throw one at you,” she teases.

Facing the target again, I follow the instructions the worker gave us. I release the ax at the right time, and a loud thud follows, but I watch, horrified, as my ax simply bounces off the wall.

I don’t hear anything behind me, but upon turning around, Elsie’s sitting there, red in the face, trying not to laugh. She holds her hands out, giving me a thumbs up. “Good job,” is all she manages before I lose her to fits of laughter.

“Come on then. You wanna piss yourself laughing at me? It’s my turn to make fun of you.”

She mumbles something under her breath.

“What was that?”

“Oh nothing,” she replies with such an innocence to her voice. I automatically know she’s up to no good.

“Is this how you do it?” She stands the same way I was, and her arm pulls back, and then she moves so quick that I miss it when she lets it go. Her ax smacks right in the center of the target.

I leap out of my chair. “You’ve done this before!” I shout, not caring about the other people around us.

She points toward a wall. I follow her line of sight to a wall of photographs. I walk over there and scan the images until I focus in on one. A familiar face stares right back to me. In the image, she rests an ax on one shoulder, and on the other, she has a champion’s belt.

“My secret hobby.” Her warm breath hits my ear while electricity shoots down my spine.

I whip around. “You totally played me, didn’t ya?”

She shrugs. “The coin got us here. I promise I didn’t lie about those, but yeah…I had you going from the beginning, and the guys here know me. They know that if I bring people, to not say anything.”

I step closer to her. My arms wrap around her waist, and I lean down until our faces are inches apart. “Now that’s hot,” I whisper before pulling her tightly against me and pressing my lips to hers. Everything comes alive between us. Our breathing becomes heavy, and her tongue glides against mine. I want to take her out of here and discover her body in a way that will have her never wanting another guy.

Elsie places one last kiss against my lips before taking a small step back. “Wow. Take my breath away, why don’t you,” she says, her cheeks flushed red.

“That’s my plan.”

“What?”

“To make you lose your breath every time I kiss or touch you.” I reach out and take her hand and rub her knuckles.

“If you keep doing that, you’ll make me pass out.”

“Haha… you’re a joker, aren’t ya?” I don’t give her a chance to respond before I pull her against me again. The heat from her body against mine is what I want every day. It’s what I seem to be missing in my life. Back home, I was known as the playboy, and boy, did I live up to that name. There comes a time when you have to change—or at least try to make a change. Coming here was that decision for me. I didn’t plan on falling for the girl in my arms, but I have.

“You love it,” she teases. Her head lifts off my chest, and she stares up at me. That puppy-dog type of stare holds me completely hostage.

“I’ll put up with it.” I waggle my eyebrows.

Elsie shoves me in the chest, pushing herself off me. “You’re a pain in the butt. Let’s finish what we paid for. I’m getting hungry, and you don’t want to mess with me when you meet the other side of me… the hangry side. She can be a real bitch.” Her finger points into my chest, then she walks back to where we were playing.

I pay close attention to how her body moves. The way her hips shift in those pants twists my stomach in a good way.

An hour later and another round of axes, we’re walking out, and I’ve totally wiped the floor with his ego.

His hip bumps mine. “You know, you could have warned me I didn’t stand a chance.”

“Where would the fun be in that?” I glance over at him. “Don’t worry, not many people can beat me. No one realizes how much I come here.”

“So, you enter in competitions?” We walk side by side, my hand itching to take his. I crave his closeness.

As if he reads my thoughts, his arm drops over my