Wide Open Spaces (Shooting Stars #2) - Aurora Rose Reynolds Page 0,55

under my shirt she slipped on last night after I cleaned her up. “I have to say, I hate that he’s staying at your place. That he’s sleeping under the same roof as you,” I confess, cupping her breast, watching her back arch. My cock twitches in response.

“Jealous?” she jokes smiling, and I tweak her nipple, hearing her gasp.

“Absolutely, he got years with you. Years that I missed out on, and I hate he’s getting even more of your time now.”

“He’s not you,” she says softly, searching my face, and I feel myself harden even more when I see and hear the sincerity in her eyes and tone.

“How much time did you say we have before you have to sneak home?” I question, sliding my hand down her stomach and over her pubic bone.

“We have no time. You have to help me get back over to my balcony.”

“You’re going through your front door.”

“No, I’m not. It’s locked.”

“You sure about that? You seem to leave it open all the damn time.”

“Max locked it last night, and I didn’t think about unlocking it before I came over. So yes, I’m sure it’s locked now, Mr. Sheriff.” She rolls her eyes, and I slip my hand into her panties and cup her sex.

“I know you think it’s funny, but you really need to start locking your doors, baby. I understand you feel safe here, but this town is growing and it’s summer. We don’t keep track of who’s coming and going off of the fishing boats that dock.”

“I’ll be more careful from now on,” she complies, and I feel my body relax. My fingers slide inside of her. “I really need to get up and get home,” she moans.

I press my forehead to hers and let out a frustrated breath before pulling my hand away. “We’ll use my key for your house and you can get in that way.”

“No, I’m not doing that. I’m half dressed and I don’t want anyone to see me sneaking home.”

“Christ, I can’t believe I’m going to do this,” I mutter, knifing off the bed and pulling her up with me as I go. As soon as we’re both standing, I take her mouth in a kiss then move to the dresser and grab a shirt, putting it on as she slips back into her shorts and my flannel. “This is the only time I’ll help you do this,” I inform her, opening the sliding door in my room and stepping out onto the deck. I feel the chill in the air hit me when I do.

“Whatever.” She smiles, walking past me to the edge of the balcony. There is only about a two-foot gap separating our decks, but it’s still dangerous, with a seven-foot drop to the rocky ground below between them. Thinking of her doing this last night in the dark sets my teeth on edge, but I push the feeling back, walk to where she’s standing, put my hands on the ledge, and hop over, landing on her deck.

“It’s really annoying how easy you make that look,” she grumbles.

Ignoring her, I lean over and wrap my hands under her arms. “When I say hop, I want you to jump up and tuck your knees backward.”

“Um…” She looks down at the ground below. “Maybe I should just use a chair or something, and stand on the edge and step over.”

“You’re not doing that either, now hop.” When she does, I use her momentum to lift her up and over then set her down in front of me.

“Holy cow,” she breathes, looking up at me then back behind her. “That was…” She pauses licking her lips. “You picked me up like nothing.”

Smiling down at her, I shake my head then take her face in my hands. “Have a good day at work, and I’ll see you tonight.”

“I’ll see you tonight,” she agrees, resting her hands against my chest and leaning up on her toes. Bending down, I kiss her gently then place one more kiss on her forehead before stepping back and sliding open her door for her to go in.

“You need to get ready for work,” I remind her quietly, when I notice she isn’t going inside.

“I know.” She smiles, leaning against the doorjamb. “But I don’t want to miss you jumping back over. It’ll give me something to think about today while I’m at work.”

“What’s that?”

“Just wondering if you can fuck me like that up against a wall, or while standing in the middle of