Page 82 of Misguided

“Not yet, maybe.” I search her eyes for any sign of hesitation, any clue she doesn’t want things to head that way. Yet all I find is the desperate plea that I’m not playing her. “Promise me one thing,” I murmur, tipping her face up to mine. “You feel upset about anything again, you don’t hide away on your own. You find me.”

“I promise.”

“Good.” I lean down and place a kiss to her lips, relishing the warmth that comes from her mouth as she tugs on mine. “I don’t like seein’ you sad, Mel. Not when I can do somethin’ to fix that.”

Mel lets out a surprised laugh as I scoop her up and bundle her toasty little butt against myself. Her hips roll with mine as I walk us toward the clubhouse, and I can’t help but wonder how this position would feel naked; her legs wrapped around my waist.

“Dog …”

“Yes, babe?”

“Is that …?”

“The boner you gave me pokin’ you in the ass?”

She giggles, lifting a sleeve-covered hand to her mouth.

“Yes, babe. Yes, it is.”