Page 61 of A Violet Obsession

Nothing says you’re safe like a guy pressing his hard-on into your back while you’re at a remote cabin.

She adjusts her hands, thankfully oblivious to what’s going on with me.

“Too tight. You’re choking it. Ease off—yes, just like that. Perfect.”

Lily snorts, her body shaking with laughter, and tilts her head to look up at me. “That makes it sound like…”

I don’t know exactly what she said because all I can see are her rose lips inches from mine, and the delicate dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks beneath green eyes, sparkling with laughter. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The smile freezes on Lily’s face and heat creeps through her eyes. When she moves to turn fully in my arms, I catch a shoulder holding her in place.

“A little more practice,” I say gruffly. “Remember, don’t pull the trigger… squeeze, slowly…”

Her back moves as she exhales, and then the shot cracks out, completely missing the tall log I’d set on top of a stump. Bark kicks off a tree further away, and Lily growls.

“Why can’t I hit what I’m aiming at?” she grumbles.

“You will. It takes practice to get good at something.”

She sets her jaw, resets her stance and fires again. This time the round hits the stump.

“Better.”

“Still not where I was aiming.”

This time she doesn’t take the same amount of time. Lifting her arms, she fires, and when the log rocks back, she squeals.

Turning, she beams at me so hard it looks like sunshine is shining out of her.

“I hit it! Did you see that, Finn? I hit it!”

I laugh, taking the gun from her. “I saw. You did it, baby.”

For fuck’s sake. Maybe she won’t notice.

Her eyes go wide.

For a long moment, we just stare at each other, our breaths tiny white clouds dissipating between us. Her tongue peeks out to lick her lower lip before she presses her lips together. My pulse is pounding hard enough to crack a rib. She closes the space between us until she’s pressing every inch of herself flush against me. Her breasts crush soft and warm against my chest. Her hips settle against mine perfectly.

And then she kisses me.

Lily kisses me like she’s been holding her breath for years, and I’m all the oxygen left in the world.

It’s deep and hungry from the first second. No hesitation this time. Her hands fist in my thermal, pulling me down as she rises on her toes. I groan into her mouth and take over, one hand sliding into her thick copper curls barely restrained in a braid, the other tucking the gun back into my holster, then gripping her hip hard.

She moans softly and rolls her hips against me. The friction drags a curse from my throat. My cock is already hard, straining against my pants, and when she grinds on me again, I lose the last thread of control I was clinging to. I spin us, backing her up against the nearest tree, the rough bark at her back as I crowd her completely. My thigh slides between hers, and she immediately rocks down on it with a broken whimper.

“Finn,” she gasps against my lips.

I kiss her harder, my tongue stroking deep while my hand slides under the hem of her hoodie. My palm meets warm, bare skin at her waist, then moves higher until I’m cupping the full, heavy weight of her breast through her bra. Her nipple is already tight. I thumb it roughly, and she arches with a sharp cry, grinding harder on my thigh like she can’t help herself.

The sound she makes goes straight to my cock. I pinch her nipple lightly, then soothe it with my palm, and she shudders, rolling against me in these desperate little movements that are driving me out of my mind. I can feel the heat of her pussy dragging along my thigh with every rock of her hips.

I want to drop to my knees right here and peel those leggings down to taste how sweet I know she’ll be. I want⁠—

I freeze.

My forehead drops to her shoulder, breathing hard. Both of us are shaking.

“Fuck,” I rasp. “We have to stop.”