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“Then you shouldn’t have mentioned it.” She fell back against the tree with a smirk. “Let’s do it again. Don’t be a baby. I know you can fight me harder.”
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“Make a move, Mia.” My hand moved up the length of her throat, and she swallowed beneath as the pad of my thumb grazed her jawline. There was something in the chilled spring air, it smelled like roses dipped in desire, and the changing mood swirled inside our bubble. Mia grabbed my waist to pull me closer, and her breath shuddered in response to my growing knob pressing against her pelvis. With my free hand, I flipped my cap backward before my palm hit the trunk of the tree above her head. Though my fingers were dangerously around her throat, Mia had complete control over me.
Perhaps it was in the way she moved in a delicate defiance. Every breath pulled me closer until my nose skimmed her cheek, and my lips brushed her skin. My arm shook, and the only hope at this point was for her to breathe strength back into me by caving and kissing me already.
Instead, her knee came up and bucked into my lower abdomen, knocking all air from my lungs.
The blow sent me backward, and I automatically went down to the ground on all fours, my hands fisting leaves. “Mia,” I croaked, then rolled over to my back. “What in the bloody hell was that for?”
“I don’t know why I just did that,” panic buried in her voice, and she paced above me, the sun’s rays appearing and disappearing, back and forth, “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. Ollie.”
Groaning, I dropped my arm over my eyes to wait for the pain to subside.
I’d read the situation entirely wrong.
“Mia Rose, you’re breaking my heart.”
She fell to her knees at my side and pushed my arm out of the way. Horror marred her features as her eyes darted from my face to my stomach. She lifted my hoodie and shirt and pressed her lips against my tattooed stomach. “What on earth are you doing?” I chuckled, cupping her head and pulling her up so I could see her. I moved the loose strands from her face.
“I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me or what just happened.”
I raised my brows, laughing. “So, you kiss my stomach?”
“I’m desperate.” She shrugged.
A grin spread across my lips, and I jutted my chin. “How desperate?” Mia’s top lip disappeared into a pressed smile in my hands, and I dropped my arms back, a fucking goner for her. “Come here.” An impulsive plea, but I was utterly defenseless against her criminal smile.
Mia shook her head, lowering it until, finally, her lips clutched on to mine. A pivotal moment erupted, and suddenly, nothing else mattered. My heart skipped inside my ribcage, my lids fluttered close, and every worry detached, floating outside our space. My tongue pushed through her seams, until it stroked hers, back into a merciful slow dance of the two of us. The only strength I had was in my arms, and I pulled her fully on top of me, locked in sweet slow motion. Every small whimper coming from her throat had been fuel, and her tantalizing taste shot missiles packed with fireworks through my bloodstream, breathing me back to life. She sank inside my arms, but I held her together. I always would. “Mia,” I breathed into her mouth, not recognizing my voice. My hand gripped the back of her neck and the other on her hip, pressing firmly against the part that ached to fill her, and to keep me anchored from floating away …
A clearing of a throat sounded, and Mia broke away first to lift her head.
“Ollie,” she whispered, but I was still under the spell from her perpetual lips. She smacked my arm. “We’re in trouble.”
I snaked my arm around her back, sat up, and looked behind me.
Two police officers stood there. Behind them, a family of five.
“Stand up,” one of the men in blue said. “You two are coming with us.”