He slides out of his side of the truck and opens the door to my side. I grin at him, wondering if he’s going to follow through.

He turns and bends, encouraging me onto his back. I squeal as I climb on, and he grips my legs tight before he stands. I tighten my grip around his neck and he strides over to my cabin. His neck is warm and solid. I slide my fingers into the neck of the t-shirt under his plaid button-down. He groans at the contact.

He turns his back to the stairs and I hop off. Then he faces me. “How was it?”

“The best I ever had,” I reply. How could it not be? Byron is hot as holy hell, but he’s also kind and funny. He has the kind of friends who are only friends with good people.

He grips either side of the porch railings and grins up at me.

“It’s cold,” I say. “We should go inside.” I grab him by the shirt and pull him up the stairs.

I want him. It’s as simple as that.

He climbs up the stairs, and I keep pulling until my ass hits the door. He keeps walking until our bodies are pressed together. He cups my face and dips down for a kiss.

I moan as his lips press against mine. It’s different from the half kiss he gave me at the bar. Not that that kiss wasn’t good. It was better than good. And it was surprising because it was as if he was claiming me in front of all of his friends—letting them know I’m off-limits.

It was cute and territorial and made me melt.

But this kind of private, desperate kiss is my favorite of Byron’s kisses.

I sweep my hands up the sides of his chest. He’s all hard muscle under the soft plaid.

“What a day,” I say dreamily, when he releases me from his kiss.

“It’s not over yet.” He rounds his hands over my ass. “Let’s go inside.”

I fumble with the keys and let us in.

“You moved things around. I didn’t notice earlier.”

“Oh yeah, the mattress is on the floor. I’m going to sleep in here tonight to give the bedroom ceiling a chance to dry out.”

He doesn’t answer. When I look around, his eyes are full of heat. “You won’t do much sleeping tonight.” He tugs me to him with his fingers tucked into the waist of my jeans. He presses kisses down my neck, and instantly it feels like last night never ended.

We shrug off our coats and I pull at his shirt, my hands trembling with need for him. Why the hell did we waste time going to the bar tonight? We could have been here doing this. All night.