“I know you’re not a fan of all this Christmas craziness. We’re here for you to get some much-needed peace and quiet, not for me to drag you around doing a bunch of stupid shit you don’t want to do. That’s why we left Summersweet for a few days.”

Pulling back, he looks down at me with his hands still holding my face as I finally uncross my arms and hook my thumbs in a belt loop on either side of his hips.

“We’ll just relax and catch up on some napping and Netflix,” he reassures me, making me think for the millionth time since he walked into SIG and made me giggle like an idiot with his adorableness just how lucky I am that he decided to stay in one place for the last six months.

“Are you relaxed yet?” he asks softly, his thumbs moving gently back and forth against my cheeks as he studies my face.

“Not even a little.”

Dropping his hands from my cheeks and crossing his arms in front of him, Bodhi gives me a stern look. “You are officially on vacation and need to stop thinking so much. Take off your pants. The sweater needs to go too.”

My eyes narrow as I look up at him when he orders me around, and he just chuckles and shakes his head at me.

“Don’t act like that didn’t just get you wet.” He smirks.

God. Dammit.

He knows the only time he’s ever allowed to tell me what to do without me raising holy hell is when we’re having sex. It’s the one and only time I just need a break from being in control and making all the decisions. He probably also knows I’ve been wet since he kissed the shit out of me downstairs, the smug bastard.

I’m still cursing him in my head even as I quickly shed my black skinny jeans. And since I’ve never been one to play coy and pretend like I don’t know what’s about to happen here, my cotton boy shorts are flung across the room with my jeans to save time, as well as my chunky black sweater, until I’m leaning back on the bed on my hands, wearing nothing but a black lace bra with my legs dangling off the end. I’d take the bra off too, but that’s where I keep my extra lighter, and I like to have it close by at all times… just in case.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Bodhi mutters, his eyes slowly moving over my body like he’s in a daze, intensifying the pulsing ache between my legs the longer he stares without touching any part of me.

He suddenly drops down on one knee on the carpet right in front of my dangling legs, and I forget how to breathe as my wide, freaked-out eyes watch him reach into the front pocket of his shorts. My head is already shaking back and forth before he even says anything, and now I’m trying to remember what I ate last, because it’s definitely going to come back up all over Bodhi’s face.

Oh no. Taco Bell was the last thing we ate about a half hour before we arrived here, because I got hangry and told Bodhi if he didn’t pull off at the next exit and get me a Nachos Bell Grande and two Beef Meximelts, I would continue burning his rolling papers one-by-one in the cup holder. And then I found out Taco Bell took the Meximelts off the menu, and Bodhi had to ask the drive-thru worker for a very large cup of complimentary water so he could put out the cup holder fire that got a little out of control.

We’re definitely going to have to pay extra for that rental.

When Bodhi sets his big, warm hands on the tops of my bare thighs, and I realize he didn’t pull anything out of his pocket—he just needed to adjust himself—and his other knee joins the first one down on the carpet, I let out the breath I was holding and my stomach immediately stops feeling queasy.

Shit. Now I want more Taco Bell.

“Close your eyes and let Bodhi make everything better.”

Several minutes later, I’ve completely forgotten about all of my troubles when Bodhi is still on both of his knees on the carpet at the end of the bed, and his perfect mouth is between my legs. He licks, and he sucks, and he nips all my worries away, until I’m flat on my back, my hands are fisted into the stupid hippo bedspread, and I’m chanting his name.

My legs shake and my back arches as Bodhi presses his palms harder against the inside of my thighs. He flattens them open against the mattress, spreading me wide so he can feast on me, dragging his tongue through my core before going to town on my clit with short, quick flicks.

Tags: Tara Sivec Summersweet Island Romance
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