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going, beautiful?”
    I shook my head. “Nope.” I smiled. “Let’s clean up and head out. You’re just going to get dirty,” I said, grinning, “so we can shower when we get back.”
    Kyle cocked his head to the side and lifted the corner of his mouth, revealing his dimple. “Dirty? How dirty?”
    I smirked at him. “Very dirty…and you can wash me off later.”
    The kitchen was easy to clean with minimal dishes to wash, dry, and put away. Kyle quickly caught on to where everything belonged. I was amazed at how effortlessly I remembered myself.
    When we finished, I walked up behind Kyle, wrapped my arms around him, and hugged him. He turned in my arms, tilted my chin up, and kissed me. Bending at his knees, Kyle gripped my behind and hoisted me up, and I hooked my legs around his waist. He backed up and leaned against the kitchen counter as he held me. All the while, he never broke contact with my lips.
    My fingers dug into his hair, and brought his lips closer. His mouth was warm and soft and inviting. Deepening the kiss, one of his hands held my behind easily while the other was placed around my neck.
    I moaned into his mouth as he kissed with crazy fervor. Sparks ignited deep in my belly from simply touching him. He pulled back, breaking our kiss. His eyes were dark with need, and our breathing was completely erratic.
    “Jesus, Lily.” His tone was husky as he tried to steady his voice. “Just kissing you makes me want to strip you naked and make love to you again.”
    “Ditto,” I murmured shyly, feeling a blush warm my cheeks.
    Our chemistry was always there, it was untamable.
    He raised his hand to brush the backs of his fingers along my cheek. “Damn, it has only been a couple of days since I last saw that blush, and I fucking missed it.”
    I put my hands on his shoulders and kissed his lips softly.
    “So, how are we getting dirty today?” Kyle asked, elated.
    I pointed in the direction of the mudroom. “You’ll have to go see.”
    He pushed off the counter, and I expected him to put me down, but he carried me in the direction of the back door. He eyed me questioningly as we stopped in the middle of the room. Then, he realized there was another door in the mudroom. Kyle opened the door and then stared in complete disbelief. His eyes filled with boyish excitement. He set me down and took a few measured steps into the five-car garage.
    The first two car spaces no longer had vehicles in them. The third car spot had six Polaris four-wheelers—a pink one, a blue one, two black ones, and two white ones with blue stripes—parked in two perfectly aligned rows. Three of them were clean with only dust on them, and the other three looked as if they had been ridden fairly recently. The fourth and fifth car spaces each had a trailer that held four snowmobiles. Three dirt bikes were carefully placed along the front wall with just enough walking room around them.
    “Wow.” Kyle drooled like a teenage boy as he stared at all the toys.
    I chuckled at his amazement.
    He turned to face me. “You’ve been holding out on me, beautiful girl.”
    I shrugged. “I’m a tomboy at heart.”
    He threw his head back and laughed. “I guess so. Though, I need a bit more proof,” he challenged.
    “You’re on.” I grinned. “Do you want it to be just us? Or should we invite Jason and Damon to come along, too? Some of those are theirs.” I gestured toward all the toys.
    “Sure, you can invite them.” Kyle glanced back at all the four-wheelers. “Why do they store them here?”
    “My dad had a bigger garage, so they kept them here. Our parents’ properties back up to each other along with a few other neighbors’ properties. You could say, we’re country block neighbors.” I laughed. “Anyway, all of us kids are close in age, so we made paths through the trees to get to each other’s houses. It’s actually a pretty short drive.”
    “Do the snowmobiles go on those paths, too?”
    I couldn’t help but grin