Page 58 of Not That Into You

“I’ve noticed.”

I nod. “So.”

“So?”

“So, we’re in agreement.”

She cocks her head. “That we should avoid your mother?”

I chuckle. “Without question.” I brush my thumb along her bottom lip. “And we should kiss.”

Her lips part as her breath hitches. “Kiss?”

My heart begins to pound. With perfect clarity, I realize I want this. I want to kiss her. I need to.

I drop my eyes to her mouth. “This is a romantic moment. If you were my girlfriend, I’d kiss you.”

She bites her bottom lip. “Is that so?”

“Mm-hmm.”

I lift my gaze to hers, and we stare at each other, awareness and anticipation heavy between us. Her pupils dilate as my breathing turns heavy. Leaning forward, I pause to check her expression for permission. She narrows her eyes before stretching up to meet my mouth.

What I had intended as a soft, sweet kiss is instantly forgotten in the face of hot desire. We angle our mouths to get closer, both of us hungry and demanding.

My arms band around her, puller her closer. She nips my bottom lip, and I groan.

Everything falls away. There’s nothing but this woman, this moment, this insatiable need.

I can’t get enough of her. And I need her naked and underneath me, calling out my name.

The sound of someone tittering finally breaks through my lust-filled haze. With a start, I come back to myself and break the kiss, abruptly remembering where we are.

I’ve been mauling Monica at my father’s birthday party in front of his closest friends and business associates.

Shit.

Swallowing, I put some distance between us before taking a deep breath. “Sorry. That went a little further than planned.” My ego warms at her unfocused expression. “I didn’t actually intend to reenact my prom night. We’re much safer sticking to yours.”

She blinks her eyes before giving her head a quick shake. “Right. That was...”

“Unexpected.”

“Yeah.” She runs her tongue over her bottom lip, and I quickly look away, stifling a groan.

“Uh . . .” Her fingers lightly brush her lips. “I should probably go to the bathroom and freshen up.”

“Of course.”

I gesture for her to lead the way back into the house, not trusting myself to touch her again.

We’ve almost reached the bathroom when an attractive blonde approaches, smiling expectantly at me. My thoughts may be consumed by Monica, but it’s hard to miss how well the woman’s dress hugs her curves.

She holds out her hand. “Cameron, hi. I’m Vanessa Threadstone.”

Chapter 16

Monica

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