“I’m not kidding, guys!” Little John called through the door.

“Fucking fine! We need a minute.” He backed away from me and glanced down at his erection. “We need a couple minutes.”

I stalked him, and he retreated. “Don’t even think about it,” he said.

“Think about what?” I asked innocently, laughing at the absurdity of this six-foot-plus guy backing away from a five-foot-two girl.

“No,” he said, stopping and pointing a finger at me. “You touch me, and I know I’ll fucking lose it. You’ll be on your back on that bed, against the wall, in the shower, on the damned bathroom counter in less time than it would take you to count to three, and I don’t even know where to buy condoms here.”

“You didn’t bring condoms?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest. “What kind of sex god are you?”

“One trying to convince the girl of his dreams that he means serious business!”

“Well, I seriously could go for some sex!”

“I could go for you two getting your asses into the goddamned van!” Little John called out.

Laughter bubbled up through my lips, and I covered my mouth as I tried to get myself under control. “Oh my God, he must think I’m the horniest girl ever.”

Landon joined in, pulling me to his chest and kissing the top of my head. “Yeah, well, apparently I’m the prude here.”

“And I’m getting sick of asking you guys to get out here!”

We grabbed our bags and headed out the door. Little John stood with his arms folded in the hallway. “It’s about damn time.”

Landon didn’t make any excuses, just shrugged his shoulders and held his hand out for mine. I slipped mine into his, and we made our way to the van.

“For fuck’s sake, you two,” Pax called out. “We have an appointment.”

“You know what? Until one of us misses the boat, you have no room to talk about tardiness,” Landon answered with a grin as we pulled into traffic, the camera crew following in the van behind us.

“Fuck off,” Pax answered and put his arm around Leah’s shoulder.

“Later,” Landon promised in a whisper as I leaned against him, buckling my seat belt.

“Later what?” I asked.

He moved his lips next to my ear. “Later I’m going to strip you out of these shorts and bury my tongue inside you. I can’t have my girl walking around all sexually frustrated.”

I turned so fast that our lips brushed. “How about this? You get to put your mouth on me when I get to return the favor.”

“You play hardball, Ms. Dawson.”

I grinned. “Learned from the best, Mr. Rhodes.”

“I can’t remember ever wanting someone as bad as I do you, Rachel,” he whispered.

The van was crowded, but it felt like we were the only ones on the planet.

“I might know how that feels,” I told him.

He ran his thumb over my lower lip before kissing me. It was soft, lingering, and full of the barely restrained passion I knew lurked just beneath his surface.

“There’s only one thing to do when I’m this damned turned on and can’t have you.”

“And what’s that?”

“Go jump off shit.”

“Sex is comparable to cliff swinging?” I asked.

“Hell no. Sex with you blows everything out of the water. But I’ll take what I can get.”

“You can have it all,” I told him in all seriousness.

“Yeah, I know,” he said, kissing me again softly. “That’s why I’m waiting on the sex.”

Damn it. He was good.

A hot Kiwi strapped me into my harness as Landon watched. “Are you ready for this?” the guy asked with a sexy little smile.

A couple of months ago, I might have gone for him.

Now the tall guy brooding behind him was all I could handle—or want.

“Tallest cliff swing in the world? Bring it on,” I said, carefully examining the latches on my harness.

“A girl after my own heart,” he said, pulling the strap tight. The metal platform we stood on hung over 350 feet in the air, and I could already feel my body readying itself to take the plunge. I freaking loved this stuff.

“Mind if I look?” Landon asked.

The guide knew the Renegades by reputation and backed away with his hands in the air. “Feel free, Nova. I strapped your girl in tight, I promise.”

Landon went over every strap and latch, pulling the one around my waist a little more snug before he was satisfied. “You sure you don’t want to go tandem with me?”

I rolled my eyes. “I think you’ll be safe on your own, honey.”

His eyes lit up at the endearment. “What will I do without my lucky charm?”

“Vomit,” Pax said from behind him. “Rach, you strapped in?”

“Yeah, I’m good to go,” I told him, my eyes still locked on Landon. His eyes looked blue today against the fabric of his shirt, and they were looking at me in a way that said he’d rather be watching me naked.

Well, that makes two of us.

“I saw you at the X Games last year, Nova. You’re pretty badass on that board of yours,” the guide said as Landon gave his final approval on my harness.

It was completely overbearing and a little primal but hot as hell to watch his concern for me.

“Thanks, I love what we do,” he told the guide.