“Won’t your family wonder where we are?”
“They’ll figure it out, Eva.”
That has her stilling over my shoulder. I stop walking just before the tree line and slide her down my body, wanting to see her face. “Does that bother you? If people know?”
She shakes her head, but I can see uncertainty in her eyes.
“What is it?”
“It’s just…yourdadis going to know.”
My forehead furrows. “You don’t want my dad to know we’re together?”
Her cheeks are turning pink, the color spreading down over her collarbones. God, I want to find out how low the blush goes. “Not that we’re together. But that we’re, you know, going todo it.” She lowers her voice on the last two words and I bark out a laugh.
“Seriously, Eva?”
“He’s Cash Ransome, Will!”
“Very much aware.”
She huffs. “I’m just saying.”
I take pity on her and grab her hands. “Eva, no one will judge you for spending time alone with me. They’re all dying for us to get together.”
That makes her face brighten. “They are?”
I snort out a laugh. How does she not see how crazy about her the entire family is? “Pretty sure they like you more than me.”
Her grin grows wider. “Iampretty great.”
I trace my thumb across her cheek. “You really are. A giant nerd, but pretty great.” I love the way her eyes dance when I tease her. Love the way she looks up at me. Love the satisfied little noise she makes when I cup her cheek in my palm.
I’m pretty sure I loveher. And that realization doesn’t even scare me anymore.
“Are you okay now? Ready to go inside?”
She nods. “Very ready.”
I don’t pick her up again, even though I want to. Instead I hold her hand and lead her out of the woods, the farmhouse dark in front of us. Off in the distance, I can hear the muffled shouting of the continuing game. But I’m not thinking about that now. All I’m thinking about is the woman beside me and the moment I want to make perfect.
Upstairs, I take her right to my room. If I have anything to say about it, this will beourroom for the remainder of the trip. Because I have a feeling that once this happens, I’m not going to want to go a single night without her in my bed.
We face each other in the dark, the only light shining in from the moon overhead, both breathing hard. There’s a hint of vulnerability in her eyes and I remember how hard it was for her to remove her shirt that night in the hot tub. And how amazing it had been when she’d finally done it. How brave that was, her taking that step to show herself to me. She humbled me then and she humbles me now, standing here in this room.
Not wanting her to have to make the first move this time, I lift my shirt over my head, loving the way her eyes widen as they track over my skin. Then she shocks the hell out of me by leaning over to turn on the bedside light. I had assumed she would want this to happen in the dark, at least the first time, since she’s still self-conscious about her scars. But when she looks back to me, I don’t see a hint of doubt. She looks eager, excited, like she can’t wait for whatever is about to happen.
“Your body is way too gorgeous to hide in the dark,” she says, her grin a little mischievous, and God it makes me want to devour her.
“I could say the same thing about you,” I tell her, and her grin only grows deeper. I love this side of her. The teasing, brave, slightly wicked side. I’m so glad I get to be with her to see it.
I cross to her in two strides, grabbing her without warning, and toss her onto the bed. She squeals, the sound abruptly cutting off when my lips cover hers. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“There’s a pretty easy solution for that, you know.”
I laugh against her mouth and reach for the hem of her top.
I’d expected it to be fast, desperate. It feels like I’ve wanted her for so long, like I’ve been dying to reach this exact moment. But now that it’s here, all I want to do is savor it. I want to explore every inch of her perfect skin, want to bring her to the edge over and over again. Want to find out exactly what she likes, what noises she’ll make when I press my lipsright here, or slide them downjust there.