Free Beautiful Oblivion by Addison Moore Page B

board with our special summer, so am I.
    She turns briefly before spinning around.
    “Hey, what are you doing?” She gives one of her signature grins, and my gut pinches. “I thought you were supposed to be paddling us around? You’re my paddle boy for the afternoon, remember?” She thumps her foot over my leg.
    “Your paddle boy is slacking off. I’m too busy enjoying the view.”
    “Funny—that’s exactly what I’m about to do.” She scoots in close, placing her thighs over mine until she’s just about sitting on my lap. A groan works its way up in my throat, but I won’t give it.
    “So what happened last night?” I brush my thumb over her soft cheek, her pillowy lips. “I heard Warren took a hit to the boys. Rumor has it the blow might have been delivered by someone I know.” I had to go there. I’m dying to hear if she broke things off with him for good. I’ve sort of declared the boathouse a Warren-free zone, so I didn’t bother bringing it up last night. Not that I want to discuss their relationship, but a part of me demands to know.
    “Gavin told you.” She shrugs as if she doesn’t really care. “And, yes, the not-so fatal blow was delivered by yours truly.” A twinge of pride glimmers in her eye, but there’s a sadness layered just beneath. “Warren followed me up to my room and tried to ‘tuck me in.’” She looks down and runs her finger through the water.
    “And you kicked him in the nads?” I tweak her ribs, playfully. “Remind me to never attempt to ‘tuck you in.’”
    “No, actually”—her expression dims as she gazes out at the forest just beyond the boulders—“he grew into this monster. Before I knew it, his tongue was down my throat, and his hand flew into my pants. It was a disaster sponsored by malt liquor. Anyway, I kicked his ass all the way out of my room.” She shudders reliving the memory. Her dark hair falls like a sheet, hiding her face from me.
    Fuck. My blood boils faster than I can catch my next breath, and I fight the urge to swim back and kick his ass all the way back to Yeats.
    I pull her in and tighten my arms around her cool waist. “I’m going to kill him.” It comes from me controlled, almost tongue-in-cheek, but it’s the furthest thing from it.
    “Relax.” Reese presses her chest to mine, and the sweet scent of sugar expels from her. “He’s not worth the felony. Besides, I can take care of myself.” She takes up my hand, gliding it over her stomach, all the way to her perfect round tit and keeps it there. Her eyes meet with mine, and the smile slides off her face. “The only person on the planet I want touching me is you.”
    “Yes, ma’am,” I whisper as if she just gave an order, and our lips find one another. For the next ten solid minutes, she pours a fire into my mouth with a passion I have never felt before. Reese lashes her tongue over mine like she’s trying to teach me a lesson. Her top twists in ten different directions as my fingers indulge in how fucking soft she is in my hand. I roll her nipples over my fingers until they’re rock hard and pull back to take her in like this.
    “Ace,” she trembles my name from her lips, and I lock eyes with her, forcing her to look at me.
    “I’m going to run my tongue all over your body tonight,” I say it plain like a fact—like it wasn’t killing me on the inside to show this much restraint to tell her how I really feel instead. “I’m going to kiss you in places you’ve only dreamed about.” I twist my thumbs over her nipples, so she knows precisely where. The truth is, I want to push Reese to the limit—make her squirm, uncomfortable even, to see if she’ll back out of our deal. “I’m going to put parts of you in my mouth that are guaranteed to make you insane.” I give a brief smile, but she doesn’t seem to flinch. Instead, her eyes flutter briefly as if she’s already about to lose it. My heart thumps wild at the thought of Reese wanting this. I won’t