Page 33 of Let the Light Shine Through

She just sits up without so much as an apology and hops off the table, grabbing her skateboard I hadn’t even noticed before. “Let’s go,” is all she says as she strolls across the pitiful park.

So, this is still happening then? Whatever this is.

Gia places her deck in the back of my truck, then turns around, motioning her finger at me to hurry it up—again.

With a shake of my head, I hit unlock on my key fob, letting her in first while I massage my tailbone on the walk over to join her.

“Where to?” I ask in my Chevy and the smile I get in return tells me everything I need to know.

This should be good.

Roz

“A skate park?”

“Don’t say it like that.”

I tear my gaze from the janky-ass skate park to glance at Gia. “Like what?”

“Like you don’t want to be here.”

I don’t.

I mean, how is this any more private than where we just were? This place is crawling with people. Skaters, BMX-type bikers, people on actual roller skates, and kids. Lots of kids. Everywhere.

Oh…

“Are you volunteering here?”

Gia laughs dryly, climbing out. “That depends.”

“On?”

“Your skills.”

Skills? These skills? My skills? I’m not even a skater. She is.

Outside, I find Gia raised on to her tiptoes as she tries to retrieve her skateboard from my truck’s bed and have to stop to enjoy how good she looks. My truck’s lifted too, so she’s fucking stretched.

Fuck me.

But a quick glimpse around confirms I’m not the only one appreciating the view, and my jaw tightens past painful while I grab her by the hips to pull her backward. Using my body as a shield from outside eyes, I set her back flat on her feet, sandwiching her between me and my truck. I box her in with my free arm to grab her skateboard myself, pressing into her until my cock’s flush with her backside, then I bury my nose in her hair, inhaling as deeply as I can. All I smell is vanilla and rosemary this time, no repulsive deterrents whatsoever. Fuck you, clams and sea breeze freesia.

And this moan, the one she releases from our bodies’ brief but intentional contact, puts that ridiculous attempt at a moan she forced back at the park to shame. To. Shame.

“Mmhmm,” I murmur against her ear. “I bet I can tell if you’re faking or not.”

A humorless laugh rumbles in her throat while I lean down to feel the vibration against my lips through the veil of her hair.

She breathes out, “Roz,” and I stop myself from grinding my dick into her ass. Barely. The urge is strong though.

Husky as all fuck, I rasp out, “Yeah?”

Spinning around, Gia catches me off guard by gripping my jaw between her fingers, then biting my top lip and sucking it into her mouth. When I chase the move, trying to deepen the kiss, she releases my face entirely and pulls back.

“Baby, I’d eat the fuck out of you if you let me,” I all but growl, pushing into her.

“I know.”