Up in Smoke (The Bunkhouse, #3)

by Lainey Lawson

“Trying to bag Mesa,” he whispers, “is not your brightest idea.” “Since when are you such a cockblocker? I don’t need a cosigner to hook up with one of your girl’s buddies.”

Annoyed and turned on are such closely related emotions, I now realize.

“You’ll fuck me?” I repeat in a whisper. He leans forward to place an open-mouthed kiss on the underside of my jaw. “Into oblivion.” Another kiss. “Senseless.” More kisses and a teasing bite. “Until my lungs give out or you beg me to stop.”