“We don’t get birds like that in the city.” I can’t look at him. I won’t. I stare up at the blue, blue sky instead, chattering around the heart lodged in my throat. The trees are so huge out here, they must tickle the clouds. “Though one time, I saw this, like, pigeon orgy on my neighbor’s fire escape. There were six of them, and they must have put their pigeon keys in a tiny bowl or something, because—”
“Luna,” Griff says again. “Honey.”
It’s thehoneythat does it. I clam up, sealing my lips together tight. Tears brim in my eyes, and I’m rigid with tension as Griff reaches over and gently, oh so gently, unclips my seat belt.
“I’m not gonna push you.” The strap whirs as it frees up my body. His voice is deeper than I’ve ever heard it. Deep and rough, filled with undercurrents of emotion. “But I really want you back in my lap for this. You gonna shuffle over?”
Gah.
IknewI should’ve taken more than one single yoga class in my entire life. The most crucial moment of my existence, and now I can’t get my limbs to coordinate.
“Okay, I’m—oof.” Clumsy as shit, I bounce one shoulder off the dashboard then tumble into Griff’s side. He plucks me up like I weigh nothing, settling my ass down on his thighs and wrapping his arms around my waist.
Heaven.This is my heaven, surrounded by his heat and his hard muscles and the kind, reverent look in his eyes.
I clear my throat, playing with his shirt collar. Flipping the corner of it back and forth over my thumb.
“Wait.” Griff fumbles down the side of his seat, then shoves it back a few inches. I wriggle on his suddenly roomy lap. “Better. Okay, we got muddled for a while there this morning, but I’m thinking we’re on the same page now. Am I right?”
God, I hope so. There’s a swarm of butterflies crashing around in my belly. And I didn’t uproot my whole life and move out to the mountains to be a weenie, so I gather the final shreds of my courage. He’s set the ball rolling for us. I can do this.
Biting my lip, I walk two fingers up the line of buttons on Griff’s shirt. “That depends. Are you still taking me to the Cloudy Lake bus station?”
He wheezes out a laugh. “Fuck that.”
Griff’s kiss is hard and hot and possessive. It’s freakingprimal.I wind my arms around his neck and sink into it, finally warm to the tips of my toes.
Six
Griff
I’m kissing her. I’mkissing her.Luna Lindgren is in my lap, her plump mouth smiling against mine, and I can feel her hot breath against my cheeks.
Jesus Christ.
I rock up against her ass, clutching her closer to my chest. Can’t help it. I want her closer, rougher,more.
“I’ve changed my mind about the mail order bride program.” Every breath is laced with lavender. My new favorite smell. Would it grow if I planted it by the cabin? “Great invention.”
Slender fingers twist in my hair and yank. “If you sign up after this, I’ll smother you in your sleep with a pillow.”
My laugh is muffled against her lips. “Oh, you’ll be in my bed, huh?”
“Yep. Etching my name into the headboard.”
I snort and palm her ass.
God, she’s perfect. Every inch of her was made to fit my hands—or maybe I was made to grip her. Either way works for me.
“Luna.” She’s wriggling closer, settling her butt over the hard length of my cock pressing against my jeans, and I choke back a groan. “Honey, we don’t have to do this right now. We can go slower.”
“Maybeyoucan,” she grumbles, grinding down against my length, and I huff and run my hands up to her tits. They’re perfect, like her. Small and pert and soft, with two hard beads digging into the fabric of her dress. When I rub them with my thumbs, she lets out a shaky sigh.
“You ever done this before, baby?”
“Nope.” My heart thunders louder in my chest, because she’s giving me so much. So much trust. “But if those pigeons could figure it out…”
“I don’t know.” I pinch her left nipple, and her whimper sends a bolt of heat to my cock. “Those sounded like some elite level moves.”