Summer's End (Wildflowers #5) - Jill Sanders Page 0,8
to melt against his as her hands moved up to his shoulders. He slanted his mouth over hers, pressing, enjoying, tasting.
He lost track of time as he enjoyed the feel and taste of her.
Hearing a vehicle approach, he pulled back quickly. She swayed slightly. He glanced towards the windows and saw a golf cart zip by the cabin driven by Zoey. Moments later another one drove by, this one driven by her sister Scarlett.
“They race on those things all the time,” Aubrey said as she rolled her eyes.
He turned back towards her and realized he had yet to let her go. Dropping his hands, he took a step back. If he didn’t step away now, he might not want to and could end up taking her there in the middle of all the rubble.
“I guess we can confirm that there’s definitely something there,” he said with a chuckle.
She smiled. “Yes, definitely something.”
“I’ve got a trailer I’m staying at near the construction entrance. If you find yourself bored again this evening…” He smiled and ran a hand up her back slowly. He felt himself grow hard when she arched into his touch and made a soft sound. His smile grew.
This time when he kissed her, he felt his excitement grow at the knowledge that there was a bigger possibility of seeing her, enjoying her, later.
“After dinner.” She sighed. “I can probably sneak away.” She rested her forehead against his chest.
His phone rang suddenly, stopping him from replying.
“Aiden,” he answered as his eyes locked with hers. Moments later he hung up and groaned. “I have to head over to the next cabin. If you want, leave the cleanup for my guys.”
“No.” She shook her head quickly. “I made the mess. Besides, I still have plenty of pent-up energy left over.”
He left her hauling the rubble out and headed down to oversee the next cabin’s work. His steps were light, and he felt like he was walking on air for the first time in months. After all, he had something to look forward to. Sex. With a hot redhead who kissed like sin and had eyes that he could get lost in.
Chapter 3
What had she been thinking? Setting up a sex date with Elle’s second cousin had been a spur of the moment deal. Okay, she had to admit that her loins had done all the thinking when he’d been in the same room as her.
She’s been watching him from afar since seeing the man meet with Elle almost two weeks ago and had been jonesing to taste the guy.
She’d been honest with him. There was no way she was looking for the same things as her friends. Each member of the Wildflowers had dreamed of finding their own Prince Charming since the first summer they’d met so many years ago. With the exception of Aubrey.
Aubrey had never really believed in happy-ever-afters. Not after being raised how she had and knowing that there was no such thing as Prince Charmings who lived in massive castles.
She thought of her father and the last phone call she’d had with him as she finished hauling and cleaning up the busted tile.
After moving down there, she’d waited almost two weeks before calling him and telling him where she was and what her plans were.
“You’re what?” His voice had echoed, causing her ear to ring.
She’d been so nervous to tell him that she was staying in Florida and putting all her savings into rebuilding an old summer camp for girls with her four best friends.
As far as business plans go, it wasn’t a terrible one. They’d pooled enough money to hire Aiden and, with his estimates on repairs and updates, they figured they had just enough money to make it work.
That was until that fateful phone call with her father.
“I’m staying in Florida,” she repeated. “We’ve decided—”
“Who is we?” her father broke in.
“My friends. The four other girls I met at River Camps that first summer you sent me here,” she reminded him. It wasn’t as if she and her father talked a lot. But she knew for a fact that she’d mentioned the Wildflowers to him more than a dozen times over the years. “Elle has inherited the camp, and well, we’re all pitching in—”
“So, it’s finally come down to money with that gang?” Her father’s chuckle caused goosebumps to race down her spine. “How much do they want from you?”
She could just hear her father gloating and mentally preparing to write a check.