“I suppose you think that you have something to do with that?”
“That would make me an egotistical bastard, don’t you think?”
“Yeah. It would.”
“Then I guess I’m an egotistical bastard.” There was that smile again. “Because I think it has everything to do with me.”
I found myself smiling in return, and I nudged him with my shoulder. “You’re pretty full of yourself, Trevor Lewis.”
He didn’t answer because his eyes were on my mouth.
And suddenly the air between us got heavy. Or maybe I couldn’t breathe because I was too busy hanging on to this moment, thinking that Trevor had the longest lashes I’d ever seen on a guy. That his sweat-slicked skin was so different from mine, taut over muscle and somehow stronger.
I saw his tattoo, the one along the side of his neck, and I couldn’t help myself. I traced it with my forefinger, following the strange pattern until it crept up over his shoulder.
I moved closer to him, loving how the sun reflected in his beautiful eyes. I think he groaned. Or maybe it was me.
Either way, that sound tugged at something hot and heavy inside me, and I pushed him back, sliding up along his body until I was on top of him. His hands moved up over my hips, pressing in on my lower back before gliding up to my waist, where he held me so that I couldn’t move.
Not that I wanted to.
In a world that had felt wrong for so many days, everything about being here with Trevor felt right.
We were both breathing heavily and hadn’t done anything yet. Not really. But I felt his heart beating beneath my chest, and my fingers dug into the hair at his nape.
“Kiss me,” I whispered, closing my eyes when I heard the need in my voice and hoping he didn’t.
His hands moved up, slowly, fingers on skin sending little shock waves through my body. He cupped the back of my head, brought me closer, and then his mouth slid across mine. If ever there was a little piece of heaven on earth, it was somehow tied up inside Trevor Lewis.
The kiss was fire and heat and pulsing pleasure. I’d never been kissed like that before. If I thought Friday night was amazing, this here, right now, blew that out of the water.
Sure, it could be because he had no shirt on and I was practically naked. It could have been because every single inch of me was pressed against him. It could have been the sun shining down on us, warming already heated skin. Or it could have been the call of the birds as they flew over the dam, making us feel alive.
It could have been all of those things that made me squirm and want to get so close to Trevor that I was willing to do things I’d never contemplated with anyone else.
But it was more than that.
I kissed him fiercely, wanting him to feel what was inside me. Wondering what it would feel like to have him inside me.
He finally pulled away and smoothed a long piece of my hair back from my face and tucked it behind my ear. He shuddered and pulled me in close, so close that his heart sounded as if it was going to beat right out of his chest.
I knew that this was something more than just a summer fling. A hookup.
I thought of what Hales had told me only a week ago.
Do you believe in love at first sight?
Was that what this was? Love? The beginning of love? Was it possible that I was falling in love with Trevor Lewis? Or was this just plain old lust?
Startled, I moved slightly because I needed to see his eyes. Needed to see what was there.
Needed to see if I’d recognize whatever it was.
“Hey,” he said gruffly, hands still in my hair, though his expression was kind of pained. “I’m not kissing you again.”
Okay. That’s not what I’d been expecting to hear.
“Why?” I asked without thinking.