Stuck on You by Heather Thurmeier Read Free Book Online Page B

walked back on to the trail and peered down at her GPS unit still sitting on the ground. “It says it’s right here. I guess it’s an invisible cache or something because the thing doesn’t exist.”
    Miles joined Paige, his shoulder brushing lightly against hers as he compared his screen to hers. His earlier thoughts of her and her chocolate flavored breasts filled his brain again and he instantly forgot what he was doing standing beside her in the first place. Was he supposed to lick her? Because standing so close to her, peering down at her as her chest heaved with the exertion of hiking in this heat, licking her was really the only thing he could think of doing.
    She turned her head, peering back at him. His gaze fell past her gorgeous dark eyes, past her soft pink lips, and landed on the patch of ivory skin peeking out of her top — the skin reddened and glistening in the intense summer sun.
    She opened her mouth a couple of times, but did little more than lick her lips before closing her mouth again. Finally, on her third attempt to speak — not that he was any better at finding words himself — she managed a simple sentence. “Can I see yours?”
    Yes. Yes, you can.
    “Your screen,” she squeaked. “Your GPS screen, I meant.”
    He smiled. He couldn’t help it. She was too damned sexy. “Of course you can see my GPS screen. What else would you refer to, Paige?” Her name rolled across his tongue like a ripe berry — sweet, fresh, and leaving him wanting more.
    She blushed. His smiled widened. He loved causing a reaction in her so easily.
    Moving his arm so she could see too, they compared their units. And both looked the same. The cache was here. But who would find it first?
    • • •
    Paige took one last deep breath, hoping that after she moved away, Miles’s scent would somehow stay with her. He smelled … manly. And yummy.
    And the second she’d looked up to see him staring at her cleavage, his scent had hit her. She’d thought her knees might give out right then. They probably would have if she hadn’t made an ass of herself asking if she could see his GPS in a way that made it sound like she’d asked to see his penis.
    Not that she wouldn’t like to see his penis. She could imagine that it was just as gorgeous as the rest of him. But they were in the middle of a trail, under a blazing sun, with their teammates and cameramen standing around. Not exactly the time to check out anyone’s goods. Not even Miles’s.
    With her lungs full of his aroma, and her belly a pool of molten lava, she stepped away from Miles. “So, um, I guess we should keep looking then, huh?”
    “Yep,” Zoe said, springing up from her spot on the rocks. “Well, if you two can stop eye-banging.”
    Paige choked, her throat feeling like it had closed.
Eye-banging? Is she implying what I think she’s implying?
    “I — ” Paige started.
    “Save it for someone stupid. Neither one of you are fooling me.”
    “As witty and sharp as ever, aren’t you, Zoe?” Miles asked. His jaw looked more set than it had a moment ago. Apparently Zoe annoyed everyone she came in contact with — that wasn’t a privilege saved for Paige.
    “I don’t believe it,” Ben said. He walked in between Paige and Miles and looked up into the tree hanging over the trail. “They are really sneaky.”
    Ben reached up and plucked something from the branch, directly above the GPS unit on the ground. Whatever it was, it was tiny. Literally the size of an acorn.
    “What is it?” Paige asked, stepping closer to get a better look.
    “A nano-cache. I read about these online on the geocaching websites, but I’ve never seen one in real life.”
    “That’s what we were trying to find?” Zoe sneered at the acorn as if it had purposefully wronged her.
    “Yep. It was exactly where it was supposed to be.” Ben beamed triumphantly.
    Zoe held out her hand. “Awesome. I’ll take that now, thanks.”
    “The hell you will,” Miles said, stepping