Page 118 of Mated

She arches back into me with a soft moan, igniting the fire even more. “Are you trying to bribe me?”

“Do I need to?” I ask, nipping at her neck.

“No.” That one word is breathy, and my smile turns feral. Wild.

“Good.”

Nisha giggles. Her hand is warm in mine as I help her up into the cab. Every damn touch is like the first one all over again, and I can’t help but to kiss her knuckles as I pull away. Her eyes spark.

Smiling like an idiot, I walk around the truck and climb into the driver’s seat.

I glance at her. “So … Tunes?”

She smirks. “That depends. What do you listen to?” Her eyes roam from the top of my head down. “No, wait. Let me guess.” She purses her lips. “Country?”

I make a face and crank the truck. Turning up the volume, old school rap filters into the interior.

For a moment, she just looks at me. Then she leans over the space, grabs the back of my neck, and kisses me hard. Before I can haul her to me, she breaks away again, leaving me panting and my body burning.

“What was that for?” I ask, voice deeper.

Her smile rocks me to the core, and I know I will never get tired of seeing it.

Like fucking ever.

She shakes her head a little, but the grin remains. “Take me to Lock Lake, T,” she says, settling down on the long seat at my side. “Take me to Lock Lake.”

I drop another kiss to her thick hair and pull off. “Happily, kitten. Happily.”