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Quickly, I belay the need—though not before it’s incessantly knocking on my cock.
Not now.
Well…not yet.
Not if I want to dodge the identification as the Neanderthal who got her here and instantly dragged her into the bushes.
They’re pretty cool bushes, if I have to be thinking about something besides burying myself in her lush body. I have myself to thank, I guess, considering the rains I brought to the area have inspired the coastal poppies and primroses into autumnal blooms.
The distraction is a lifeline for my self-control, helping me toward suave surety as I fold a hand atop hers and gently press our clasp to the middle of my sternum.
“Well, Kara Valari,” I address to her declaration, daring to coax her body close again. “I can’t and won’t argue with you about that point. But maybe we can do one better than perfection.”
But I already feel like an imposter for suggesting it—because the sight of this woman next to me, with her lips lifted in promise and her face bathed by the sun, I know that I’m already there. The fulfilled promise is in my arms. For me, for always, Kara is better than perfection. And because of it, the one who will make me a better man.
I only hope I’m hitting the goal now.
After fifty more steps up this path, I’ll know.
The chapparal and woods give way to a wide expanse of grass. On the other side of it, there’s a picnic table with a colorful woven linen on top. There’s also a firepit and—
“A yurt.”
I stop and examine her face after the words fall from her. I can’t tell if she’s happy or sad about the declaration, even as her jaw falls all the way open.
“You found…our yurt.”
Ouryurt. Though that still doesn’t tell me much of a thing, it’ssomething—and it’s making me smile. My instincts are leading in a positive direction. I hope they’re not wrong.
“It’s not directly on the beach, but there’s running water and swankier amenities to consider. I’m also afraid Bubba doesn’t come with it, but—”
“I love it.”
“But the owners heredohave a cool old hound named Bayard, which I took as a good sign—”
“I love that too,” she cuts in again. “And you. Now more than anything.”
It occurs that now is likely a good time to shut up. At the least, to change the subject—though Kara herself launches forward as if ready to do just that. With a laugh, I let her set the pace for our impatient walk-run across the grass, up a pair of steps, and into the round, canvas-walled structure.
“You brought some of my clothes,” she exclaims at once. “And fresh toiletries.” And then spins around to expose me to the widest pop of her gaze that I can remember.
The last time she was close to this gawk, I had burst in on her in Hades’s library with her grandfather at my side. Though Gio Valari isn’t here for this occasion, I cling to the wish that she’s happier about this unexpected twist.
“Maximus. Do we get to stay here?”
Aha. Definitely happier. Which means I’m grinning wider. Probably like a total nutcase by now. We haven’t even gotten to the best part of my plan, but I don’t care.
“Just for a couple of nights,” I qualify. “But it’s better than—”
She’s avidly interrupting me again. But I’m past the concern about these too, especially when they’re kisses like this. Long and wet and wanting, full of tongue and lust and cravings, but at the same time, doorways to more. A heart and soul’s worth. Everything I have to give her, even as she rocks back to offer the bold fullness of her dazzling smile.
“It’s better than any surprise of my life,” she whispers.
Yet just when I expect her to lift her lips to mine again, she uses her grip on my neck as leverage to leap up onto the king bed that occupies a good piece of the circular floor. From her new height, she’s back to plunging her mouth down over mine.
And I’m already figuring out ways to make the height difference permanent.
My pulse doubles. My balance falters. Is this what it feels like whenImove in to kissher? It’s helplessness but hopefulness. Anticipation but consummation. Vulnerability that nevertheless constricts my throat into a commanding growl. It doesn’t stop me from answering her in a rough rasp of my own.
