“Nice. You kiss your mother with that mouth?” He trails a hot kiss from my lips, to my nose, to my forehead. “Any other half-truths you’d like to spew?”
“Yeah, that TA is awfully nosy. I just wish I could figure out a good way to shut him up.” I land my mouth over his, and he breaks the seal with a warm laugh.
“How about you put him to work?” His hand glides between my thighs and lands over my wetness. I’ve been drooling for Cade from both of my lips all night. I’m not shy at all about letting him know how I feel about him—physically at least. Not that I have real feelings for him like Piper suggested. I mean, he’s a good guy, not hard on the eyes, and has a body built for some serious speed—but feelings, let’s not get too carried away.
“What kind of work do you think he’d like best?”
“Something he can drink down and enjoy. Why don’t I demonstrate?” Cade glides south, pulling the blanket to my neck as he encapsulates himself inside. His hot mouth drags a line from my belly, farther down until he hits pay dirt, taking a gentle bite out of me, and I buck with appreciation.
“Oh, honey, there’s a monster in the tent.” I giggle, caging him in with my legs. “And he’s got big teeth!”
“The better to eat you with.” Cade grips me by the hips and buries his mouth over me, quick and hard, coiling me up on the inside like a bungee cord wound too tight just begging to snap from the pressure. Hot damn, this boy is so good with his mouth. I might have to shut him up more often.
Cade loves me like that until everything in me detonates into a million confetti-shaped hearts. My knees hold him prisoner before I evict him with finality. Cade rides up and pecks a wet kiss over my clamped shut lips. My fingers run through his damp, dark hair, so thick and glossy I crave the touch of it after I’m gone. His heavy gaze falls over mine as he sheds a simple smile, and I melt all over again.
Happiest Valentine—happiest day I’ve ever had in my life. Is this level of erotic bliss sustainable? I think so.
I make sure we have a repeat performance the next night just to be sure.
By the time Monday rolls around, I happily hobble my way to my first class, offering a giddy wave to my fellow Volunteer, Miss Sammy herself. She’s as sour as I am happy, so I decide to sit next to her in an effort to cheer her up.
“How was your weekend?” I make an attempt to tone down my glee as I pull out a pen and a notebook.
“Meh,” she moans as if she were seasick. “I know this is going to sound pathetic, but I was essentially dumped on Friday night.”
“What?” Ten students turn my way. It’s a godsend the professor hasn’t stepped foot in class yet because I don’t think there’s any way to stop this conversation. “Explain. Is that SOB at WB? Tell me who this boy is so I can kick some serious arse.”
She gives a little chuckle. “God, you sound like heaven. I can listen to your voice all day.” She sniffs back tears amidst a smile. “But for the safety of his said arse, I’d better withhold his identity. You know, just to keep his tushy in tact.” She gives a sly wink. “And my dignity.” Her whole affect deflates. “We dated a while back, and I sort of made a grave error. Anyhow, I thought if I somehow showed up on his doorstep, he’d take one look at me and all of the romantic pieces would fall right into place. It didn’t exactly pan out that way.”
“Oh, hon, you’re sweet and obviously smart. Of course, he wants you. He’s most likely still nursing a broken heart. You said you made a mistake, and you know boys—they are all about their egos. You just need to give him some time. Is he still available?”
“As free as the day I inadvertently let him go.” Her voice grows heavy with regret. Sammy truly is sweet and beautiful. This boy has got to be crazy to want to lose her forever.
“Were the two of you in love?”
“Oh, we were head over heels, planning marriage, kids, the whole nine yards. His parents love me to pieces. We were high school sweethearts, our first loves, our first everything. We spent forever professing our feelings for one another. You know, talking on the phone all hours of the night—the whole heart-shaped nine yards. I don’t know how I could have been so stupid. Nobody has loved me more than that boy, nor will they again.”
“Hey, hey.” I give her shoulder a little shake. “Don’t go giving up just yet. We country girls aren’t built for quitting. If this boy is single and ready to mingle, he’s bound to be with someone. Why not you, the first love of his life? Couples get over huge indiscretions all the time. There’s no reason on God’s green earth why the two of you can’t be one of them.”
Her pert little cheeks fill with color as she blinks back to life. “You really think so?”