Chapter 5

“Asshole.” I do like it. No doubt it’s hot as hell in high summer, but right now, it’s pretty damn near perfect. There’s a window pointing straight at the setting sun, and the light’s bathing everything in warm, rich tones. The bed’s covered with an old-fashioned quilt, the kind my grandma used to have and the whole effect is plain, but homey. I like it a lot.

I like it even better when Kyle snakes his arms around me and pulls me back against his chest, his erection digging into my ass and those arms looking like the branches of an oak tree wrapped around me. He’s just the right height to lean down and kiss me on the neck, his stubble scratching against my skin, making me shiver.

“You cold, baby?”

“Hell, no,” I tell him, pressing back against that hard length. “Getting warmer by the second.”

“I guess we’d better get some of these clothes off then.”