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On instinct I reach down to kiss her, the hand that was in her hair moving to grip at the side of her neck. She instantly grows slack and falls against my chest, her head lifted upwards and her fingers pawing at my pecs.
She’s perfect. The whole moment is perfect. And it’s so perfect that I can’t help but smile against her lips, the hand that was around her ankles climbing up her dress so that I can caress her thighs.
She smiles back against me and murmurs, “So where are we going now?”
I pull the thick set of keys from my pocket and select the one for my house in Phoenix Falls.
The second that she sees it she beams up at me, her cheeks dimpled and glowing, and I lean down to give her another deep kiss.
“Home, baby,” I tell her. “We’re going home.”
Epilogue
Mitch
Once I’ve got the last stake wedging the tent securely into the snow I turn back to face my truck and smile at Harper.
“What do you think?” I ask her.
She’s sat in the back of the bed with her booted-feet dangling above the snow. She has a shy smile on her face and her cheeks are the prettiest shade of pink. I’m sure that she’s just blushing because of the cold but I could almost swear that there’s something nervous about the way she’s looking at me, like she’s chewing herself up on the inside, bursting with a secret.
I trudge over to her from the tent and position myself between her thighs, gripping my hands around her hips as she leans up to kiss at my mouth.
“I’ve always wanted to go camping,” she whispers up to me with a smile, pulling back so we can look at each other.
“I know, baby,” I murmur back to her, glancing back over my shoulder to look at the tent I purchased from the store in Phoenix Falls before we drove back up to Pine Hills so that we could camp out in the forest for New Years.
It’s a big khaki one that I’ve managed to shove a blow-up mattress and three million quilts inside. Through the pulled back door I see Harper’s toy bear, snuggled up against a pillow.
“Do you like it?” I ask, locking my eyes in with hers.
She bites her lip and nods, “Uh-huh. I love it.”
I smile back at her and duck low to take her lips.
“I love you,” I tell her, suddenly heaving her up from her position on the bed of the truck and carrying her over to the open tent. She lets out an excited squeal and clings to me tighter as I hunch beneath the threshold of the tent. I lower us onto the quilts and then lay her down on her back. She arches up and lifts her arms behind her head, laying for me patiently whilst I take her in.
She’s wearing head-to-toe thermals, plus ear-muffs and furry boots, and I don’t think that I could have fantasised a hotter outfit if I’d tried. I run my hands up her waist, loving the sight of her wrapped up in navy, and knowing that she does it just to taunt me, to turn me on. To make me think of her wearing my uniform. To make me think of her teasing me on my site.
I pull off the muffs and reach down to remove her boots, and then all that’s left is her skin-tight winter one-piece. My eyes rake over it for a moment and then I’m zipping our door shut and stuffing her bear underneath a pillow.
Harper makes a whine in protest but then I’m filling her mouth with my tongue and suddenly she’s moaning in pleasure. I shove off my jacket whilst I slide in and out and then I pull back so that I can rip my shirt over my head.
Harper lifts herself onto one elbow, her pupils dialled out, and she grips hard at one of my pecs, her fingers icy cool.
I grunt, slip off my belt, and then settle back down on top of her.
I cup one palm around her jaw, rubbing her soft cheek with my thumb, and I look into her eyes as I murmur, “What’s on your mind, Harper?”
Her eyes widen for a brief moment and then she looks down, her cheeks flushing harder and her nails clawing anxiously at the back of my neck.
“Tell me,” I say to her, rubbing her nose with mine. “Don’t be nervous, baby. Not with me.”
“Um, uh…” She keeps her eyes away from mine, biting hard at her bottom lip, and her body squirms beneath me, almost distracting me from our conversation. I try to still her hips with mine but all that does is make her moan harder, the pressure of my groin making her gasp and writhe.
“Harper.” I say her name firmly, trying to refocus her.
“Mitchell,” she whispers back, and I have to look away from her, clenching my jaw. “I… I want to tell you. But I’m scared,” she says quietly, her fingers rubbing at my abs.
