“We’re taking it slow,” she reminded me.

“Tortuously slow,” I groaned into her ear.

“Calm your raging sexual appetite.” She squirmed in my arms and made the torture that much more unbearable.

“Impossible when you’re in the room.”

“Try harder,” she whimpered when I skimmed my hand up her stomach and brushed the underside of her breast with my thumb. My brain fogged over as a moan escaped her throat. She rolled over into me and I adjusted myself, relaxing on my elbow, hovering above her delicious form. My other hand slid up to cup the soft flesh of her neck, my thumb whispering along her jaw. Her eyes fluttered closed as her breathing picked up, her chest heaving.

This was it. Could I have her? Right now? Could I drive her to the point of no return?

Maybe.

Did she want it? Right now? Was she ready?

“Georgia,” I murmured in her ear.

“Hmm?” she answered softly as she pressed her soft body into mine.

“Spend Thanksgiving in Jacksonville with me.” I flicked her earlobe with my tongue. She froze in place, her breathing halted, before her eyes opened. Her eyebrows scrunched together.

“You want me to come home with you?”

“Yeah.”

I watched the thoughts fly through her brain. I knew she was dissecting my words, trying to figure out what they meant. What it meant if she said yes.

“Okay,” she finally relented, a small smile lifting her lips.

“Okay,” I repeated before brushing my thumb along her full, lower lip. I bent down and touched it with my own lips in a soft kiss. I kissed from corner to corner, rubbing her jaw line gently with my thumb before I pressed a little harder, needier, asking for more. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her body into mine, her tongue licked my bottom lip, asking for entry. I opened and our tongues worked together languidly. I reached a hand up and under her sweater and caressed the soft skin at her hip and around her waist. I teased and nipped at her lips, relishing the satin of her skin under my fingertips. She threaded both hands in my hair and urgently pulled my head closer.

She was saying yes. She wanted more. She moaned and writhed underneath me, like I’d been dreaming the past few months. We’d taken things slowly. We’d been hanging out for a few weeks and this was the furthest we’d gotten. I was painfully hard as I thrust my hips into her, dry humping her on the couch like a teenager.

I groaned and sucked her lower lip between my own as I pulled away. She was going to have to work harder than this.

“Taking it slow, remember?” I pulled away and flashed her that lopsided grin that left her eyes hooded with lust. She narrowed her browns at me and a scowl crossed her face.

“Right.” She pushed herself up from couch and landed a palm on my chest, pushing me back from her. I grinned wider because she was so cute when she was angry and sexually frustrated.

“Your terms.” I shrugged one shoulder and settled back in the couch.

“Yep,” she murmured as she straightened herself out.

7

“I’m nervous.” Georgia bounced in the seat of my Jeep. It was two days before Thanksgiving and we were just a few short blocks from my childhood home.

“Don’t be. My dad’s laid back.”

“But what if I screw up the turkey? What if he doesn’t like my pumpkin pie? So much to live up to,” she moaned next to me.

“Most holidays, we eat out, so this will be a monumental step up.” I clasped her knee to prevent her from shaking it.

“Charlie's nervous too. All that panting, huh, boy?” She turned and gave my dog a scratch behind his ears and a nuzzle into the fur of his neck. He licked across her cheek and she giggled. It was the best noise I’d ever heard.

“His breath is about to knock me out,” I complained.

“Shh, he can hear, ya know.” She covered both of his ears with her hands. I rolled my eyes at her as the grin spread across my lips. So adorably fucking cute.

Her phone dinged with a text. She fished it out of her purse as I watched her out of the corner of my eye. A frown marred her beautiful face and she sucked her lip between her teeth. I pulled into the driveway of the small, suburban Cape Cod where I'd grown up.

“Everything okay?” I rubbed her thigh with my hand, hoping to ease the worry on her face.

Her eyes darted to mine and a bevy of emotions flicked through their brown depths. “Yeah.” She tried her best to fake a smile, but I could read right through it. “Let’s go. I can’t wait to meet your dad.” She hopped out of the car. I stood up and narrowed my eyes at her. She was definitely hiding something, but her eyes avoided mine as she shuffled through her big-ass purse for something. I let Charlie out of the backseat and made my way around the car to her.

I rested a hand on her lower back. “You sure everything's okay?” I dipped my head to catch her eyes with mine.

“Mhmm,” she hummed without meeting my eyes. I heaved a sigh and grabbed both of our bags before escorting her into the house.



The next morning, Georgia’s alarm went off much earlier than any sane person should ever get up and she hauled my ass out of bed to start the turkey. We were sharing a bed at my dad’s house, but that’s all we were doing. My dad had told embarrassing stories the night before—he was always chatty when company was over; too chatty for my liking. He regaled Georgia with stories of when I was eight and fell out of a tree and had to get my arm casted. And when I goosed the babysitter when I was eleven and was forced to apologize. She’d laughed hysterically at that and I’d only shrugged. The sexual prowess that had rolled off me from a young age couldn’t be contained. She’d socked me in the shoulder for that one and before she could lean away, I’d pressed her lips to mine in a kiss. She froze and then shoved me away with an indulgent smile.

So here I was at four in the morning, basting a turkey while Georgia fluttered around me. How could she be so fucking awake at this hour? I was dragging ass all over the place. Finally, she leaned down and slid the bird into the oven. On her way back up, I wrapped my arms around her waist and skimmed my nose along the line of her neck.

“Back to bed,” I murmured.

“We have to be up in a few hours to baste again.” She wrapped her arms around my own, which were locked at her waist.

“I just want you to myself today.”

“Can’t leave people hungry on Thanksgiving.” I heard the smile in her voice.

“I won’t go hungry.” I thrust my hips into her ass and nipped at the flesh of her neck.