CHAPTER SIX
BAXTER
Something in me hurts when the light dims in Jade’s eyes and her face closes off. I didn’t realize how much I was enjoying the anonymity of her not knowing about my career or reputation until now.
I toss a glare at Georgia’s retreating back before moving closer to Jade, my hands restless at my sides, twitching with the need to touch her. “Please don’t see me any differently,” I implore. “I’m still the same hungover jerk that crashed your yoga jam session.”
A smile teases at the corners of her lips. Suddenly, I don’t care about those noble thoughts of wanting Jade to come to me. I need her to realize nothing has changed between us. I’m still me and she’s still the same incredible woman that has me aching for more. I long for something and I’m not even sure what it is.
Swooping down, I press my mouth to Jade’s, catching her small gasp of surprise and using the opening to slide my tongue along her parted lips before dipping inside. Her hands clutch blindly at my shirt, while I sweep my arms around her, urging her closer until our bodies are flush against each other from hips to chest, only our thudding heartbeats out of sync.
Want and raw need rip at me, leaving me feeling stripped bare and exposed. What I feel for Jade leaves me vulnerable and, for once, I don’t care. All I care about at this moment is the woman in my arms and keeping her with me.
If I expected Jade to be a passive kisser, she soon leaves no doubt that is very much not the case. Her tongue glides along mine, circling and stroking. Each stroke sending a pulse of blood to my already hard cock that strains against the zipper of my shorts.
My hands move up from her waist, inching closer to the tempting swells of her breasts, when a loud voice breaks through the haze of desire that’s clouding my every thought.
“Targets are up.”
Reluctantly, I release Jade’s lips, gratified to see how plump and well-kissed they look, my mark clear upon her. This woman is mine.
Pink suffused her cheeks, her fingers slowly unclenching from my biceps.
A quick glance at Georgia shows she’s giving us some privacy with her back turned.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” I murmur to Jade. “I’m sure she’s used to this. Romantic movie vibes and all.”
Jade’s nose crinkles and she lets out a little laugh, shoving at my chest. “You’re silly.”
Her words echo in my head while she clips on her quiver, grabbing her bow and arrows. I’ve never been accused of being silly, far from it. She makes me feel rather silly and playful. And I kind of like it.
***
Archery clearly isn’t my thing. My Scottish ancestors must be turning over in their graves. On the plus, despite not hitting the target a single time, I didn’t injury any vital body parts, and I spent the afternoon in Jade’s company, a clear win.
She’s quiet on the way back to her cabin, though we hold hands the entire way. All too soon, we’re at her door. Gently, she slips her hand away from mine and a pang hits me at the loss of the connection.
If anyone that knows me in Hollywood could see me now, they would laugh. Big, bad asshat Baxter McDaniels nervous as hell over asking a woman out. We already agreed to do things together, so this shouldn’t be a big deal.
It is.
Swallowing hard, I gaze into Jade’s lovely face, taking in every detail, wanting to memorize this moment. “I saw there’s a dance tonight. Will you go with me?”
A delighted grin spreads across her face. “Yes.”
“Dinner at eight first. I’ll be by to pick you up.”
Jade nods, her eyes widening at my approach. My chest grazes her breasts, the hard points of her nipples pressing into me while her sweet scent fills my nose.
Want consumes me and I’m less than gentle when my mouth collides with hers. Jade meets my every advance, her hands reaching up and twining through my hair, her fingers raking against my scalp. A harsh groan leaves me, my palms cupping her ass and kneading the supple globes, while I grind my cock into her soft belly.
Her fingers further tighten in my hair, her lips leaving mine to drag across my cheek to my ear. Her warm breath against my skin causing a shiver to tingle through me.
Backing her up against the side of the cabin, I seek my prize, my hands finally claiming her sweet breasts.
“Fuck,” I pant out, burying my face into the space between her neck and shoulder, running my tongue along the sensitive skin there. My fingers pluck at her nipples through the material of her shirt and bra, her harsh intake a breath almost my undoing.
I shove her shirt up, revealing a simple beige bra lifting her breasts upwards in invitation. Snagging the cups, I yank them down, her tightly budded pink nipples springing into view. My balls pull up against my body, a jolt of pure need raging through me.