Taming Hollywood's Baddest Boy - Max Monroe Page 0,64
think I know that song.”
“It’s a great song. My favorite line dancing song.”
That spurs another laugh from my throat. “How could a Bruce Springsteen song ever be a line dancing song?”
“Once you hear it, you’ll understand.”
I waggle my brows at her. “You wear the sexy cowgirl boots when you line dance?”
“You thought my boots were sexy?”
I smirk. “Yes, before you lost them at the bottom of the river, I thought they were sexy. Much better than the UGGs.”
Billie blushes again, this time through a smile, but then she starts singing a song about her boots being made for walking, and it’s so off-key that it’s fucking adorable—she’s so fucking adorable—and I can’t stop myself from tilting her chin up toward me and pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
“What was that for?”
I shrug. “Because I felt like it.”
A yawn escapes her throat, and I give her a little squeeze.
“Tired?”
She shrugs. “I probably shouldn’t be, but I think I am a little.”
I glance down toward my feet to find Bailey doing the same thing, only he stretches out across a blanket on the ground and gives in to the pull of sleep. His eyes fall closed and his jaw goes slack, and it isn’t long before he’s snoring.
Billie glances down at Bailey and giggles. “Looks like I’m not the only one.”
“When that dog is tired, he’s fucking tired, and there isn’t anything or anyone that can get him to do otherwise.”
“I’ve noticed.” She grins down at him for a beat before meeting my eyes again. “How old is he?’
“A little over five years.”
“He’s a good dog.”
“Yeah.” I snort. “When he wants to be.”
A tickled smile consumes her face. “He stole two protein bars from my backpack.”
“What?” I laugh. “You didn’t tell me he did that.”
“It happened on the first day,” she explains. “We weren’t exactly on speaking terms. I’m pretty sure you kind of hated me.”
I grin. “Well, I wouldn’t say hate, but I certainly wasn’t your biggest fan.”
She turns in my lap, her legs straddling my thighs and her arms around my neck. “And now?”
I adjust the blanket around us again, tucking us both away from the cold, and look into her eyes. “And now…I definitely don’t hate you.”
“I don’t hate you either,” she whispers. “If I’m being honest, I think I like you a little too much.”
I want to agree, to say something to confirm that she’s not alone in her feelings, but I’m so deep in my head, I can’t even find my mouth to open it.
“What are we doing here, Luca?” she asks, her voice even lower now, just barely a whisper.
“We’re sleeping under the stars,” I tease, and she rolls her eyes.
“You know that’s not what I asked.”
“I know,” I answer honestly and lean my forehead against hers. “But I also don’t know the answer to your question. Although, I can’t seem to stop doing it…whatever it is.”
“Me either.” Her warm breath brushes my lips, and I don’t hesitate to press my mouth to hers again.
“I keep telling myself we shouldn’t be doing this,” she says against my insistent lips. “But then, I just keep doing it. Can’t stop doing it.” She deepens the kiss, and I oblige by slipping my tongue past her lips.
She’s right. We shouldn’t be doing this.
It’s downright insane to be doing this—whatever this even is…
But fuck, I’m man enough to admit that I’m powerless against her pull. She’s a planet with gravity, and I’m ready to dart straight into her orbit.
Our kiss turns heated, and Billie’s hips start to grind against me.
I’m hard. Fuck, lately, I’m always hard when she’s around.
Her pretty lips. Her perfect curves. Those big green eyes. I am incapable of resisting.
The tension between us grows so tight, so potent, that we both turn greedy.
Grabby hands and rough, erratic kisses and her moans, her fucking moans, they are driving me fucking crazy.
Still kissing me, Billie moves her small hands down my chest and stops at the button of my jeans. She fumbles with it for a moment, but once it releases, she doesn’t hesitate to undo my zipper and slip one devious hand into my pants, beneath my boxer briefs, and grip me in her hand.
Her skin is cold against me, but it’s her skin on mine, so it can’t feel anything but good.
Up and down, she strokes me until I can’t take it anymore.
I lift her up with ease, setting her to her feet long enough to yank her yoga pants and panties down to her knees