Abby was afraid her heart would burst from her chest right then and there. When Mark laid her down on the blanket, his body shielding her from the outside world, she arched under him. She needed him to touch her everywhere. She was about to come out of her skin for wanting him.
But then he swore under his breath, making her eyes widen.
He looked at his broken arm apologetically as he sat up again. "I forgot about this," he said.
She smiled and before he could react, she climbed into his lap, hooking her arms around his neck.
"How about this?" she whispered, their noses brushing.
"Perfect."
His breath was hot, and she was close enough that she could see how his lashes curled, dark and dusky. She kissed him, and he groaned her name.
He tasted like the coffee he'd drunk earlier, and hi
