I realize there’s something missing. “Where’s your boot?”
“I took it off in the living room.”
She grinds down on me before I can remind her she needs to wear her boot all the time unless she’s in the shower.
I fist her hair and use the hold to bring her to me. “How much have you had to drink?” I ask against her lips.
“More than a little. Less than a lot.”
“Am I going to get a visit from Chief Alston tomorrow?” I tease. She hums and tries to twist out of my hold. Shit. I was only joking. “Ash?”
She shrugs. “No one saw us.”
“Saw you what?”
“It’s Juniper’s fault.”
“What’s Juniper’s fault?”
“Everything?”
“Nice try. What did you do?”
“It’s not a big deal.” I wait her out. “Can we move along to the sexy times now?”
“As soon as you tell me what you did and reassure me I won’t be visiting you in jail for the next five to ten years.”
“Fine,” she huffs. “We made an altar to a skunk in River’s front yard. It’s his own dang fault. He never should have stolen your lucky socks.”
I release her hair to wrap my arms around her as I burst out laughing. “You made an altar for a skunk? Please tell me you didn’t kill a skunk.”
“It’s a stuffed animal and there are little sacrifices to the dearly departed little guy. It’s some of my best work.”
“You know how much River’s scared of skunks after the time he accidentally got stuck in the locker room with one. Man, it took us months to get rid of the smell. He can’t even watch Pepé Le Pew on television without freaking out.”
She giggles. “Why do you think we picked a skunk?”
“I hope no one saw you.”
“We’re only honoring the memory of poor Sami, officer.” She flutters her eyelashes.
“You’re crazy, dream girl.”
When I say dream girl, her face softens and her body melts into mine. “I love you, Rowan.” I open my mouth to respond, but she doesn’t give me the chance. “Now, ravish me.”
My lips find hers. I intend to go gentle, but she bites my bottom lip, and my intentions fly out the window. I tangle my hands in her hair and tilt her head until I can explore every inch of her mouth. Her sunshine and chocolate flavor hit my tongue and I moan.
She shivers at the sound and then her hands begin roaming my chest. When she reaches my waist, she shoves her hands under my t-shirt and bunches the fabric upward until I’m forced to lose her mouth in order for her to divest me of my shirt.
“Finally.” She sighs as she sits up while her fingers trail patterns on my bare skin.
“Two can play at this game,” I tell her.
Before I can make my move, she rips her top off to reveal her lacy bra.
“I’m winning,” she cries.
My hands find her lace-covered breasts. I squeeze and her head falls back as she groans.