Page 40 of Wright Kind of Trouble

She glanced away, wrapping her arms around her stomach. “Then…then, can I make one more request before I never see you again?”

“What request?” I asked in confusion.

Her eyes found mine again, and in them was a speck of mischief. The girl I’d fallen for so hard and fast that it was like I’d been pushed out of a plane and was plummeting toward the ground without a parachute.

“Just one small thing.”

“Anything,” I offered her. I’d give her the world if I could.

“Kiss me.”

I blinked at her request. That could not have been the words that came out of her mouth.

“Come again?”

“I want you to kiss me.”

“Didn’t this all start because I did kiss you?” I asked.

I wanted to say yes. Fuck, I’d wanted it enough upstairs that I didn’t even mind the slap I’d earned when I stole the kiss from her sweet lips. But I had to be wrong here.

“I didn’t give you permission for that one. And if I’m never going to get to do it again, I want to remember it the way it was the first time.” She took a hesitant step toward me. “Because before, I had that perfect weekend of memories. Your mouth on my thigh in the vineyard, and my body a puddle on your living room floor and your bedroom and…”

My body heated at those words. The memories flooding through me. I remembered them all, too. My mouth on her clit as she had bent over my couch. My cock buried in her pussy as she’d clenched the comforter for dear life. Her face as she had come undone. And every little thing in between—her excitement for the music, her dancing to ABBA, the love for Bowie, the endless conversations, the way she’d looked when she walked in, ready to kayak. Every moment was etched into my mind like a movie reel I could play on repeat.

“Now, my last kiss is the one you stole.”

“I see.” I took a step between us. “You don’t want that to be the one you remember?”

She shook her head. “I want a kiss worth remembering.”

I slid my hands inside the jacket I’d wrapped around her shoulders. One moving to her waist. She sucked in a breath as I drew her body firmly against mine. The other up to her jaw, cupping her cheek as if she were the most precious thing in existence.

Her eyes widened. A pant of a breath coming out of her lips. Desire blatant in her blue irises.

My thumb stroked against the dark red lipstick. “I can give you that.”

“Can…can you?” she whispered.

She wet her lip, flicking her tongue against my finger. A challenge more than a request. I smirked down at her. I couldn’t resist a challenge.

Then, she tipped her head up and brought my lips down upon her own. Our mouths fit together like they had all those months before. Like the stars had aligned and everything in the entire world made perfect sense. There was nothing but this stretching out for all of eternity.

When I slid my tongue in to meet hers, it was with ravenous intent.

Months had gone by, and my thirst for her had been far from slaked. The desire ran rampant through my chest like a boa constrictor tightening around it. I wanted her. I wanted all of her. One kiss could never be enough.

As the kiss turned from one soft moment to a rush of desperate need, I took the lead, gripping her around the middle and tugging her even harder against me. There was too much clothing in the way. I wanted skin, hot skin against skin. And I wanted it with a fire that could burn the world down.

But that wasn’t what I could give her.

I knew better.

I knew better than to let the world burn down with us both in it.

Neither of us would escape getting burned.

And she deserved better than a scorched earth.

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