Page 17 of Six Wishes

CHAPTER9

Don’t move

Chloe

Van tells me that he lives only a couple of minutes away from the gym, but I don’t want to leave my car here, so we end up driving separately to his house.

“Ha, Ridge and Brooke live right across the lake from you,” I point their house out after parking in his driveway. “And I know a couple of other friends of theirs who bought houses here. The big city is moving in,” I grin at him. “You included,” I tease him.

“Damn straight,” he swoops me off my feet and throws me over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. The move takes me by surprise, and I screech when he takes off with me toward his front door.

“Van, put me down!” But of course, he doesn’t listen.

When we are finally in his foyer, he turns around in a big circle, almost like he’s trying to decide where he should set me down. In the end, he just lets me slide down the length of his body. When my feet touch the ground, I am pressed against him, not an inch between us.

“Chloe Montgomery,” he mutters against my lips, his eyes going down my body, then unzipping my hoodie. He takes it off me and throws it somewhere behind him. “I hope you know CPR,” he says, and I am so confused. I thought we were about to have sex, but he clarifies it in his next sentence. “Because you take my breath away.”

“Van,” I start laughing. “Where do you come up with these things?”

“I got my sources, baby,” he winks and brings his thumbs up my ribcage, going over every single rib on each side until he reaches the bottom of my sports bra. His thumbs go under the material, touching the underside of my boobs. My breath hitches, and I lift my arms to allow him more access.

“Are you going to kiss me anytime soon?” I finally ask him when I see that he’s just staring at me while licking his bottom lip. “Or should I kiss you?” What’s the protocol here? Also, am I going to have to get dressed and take off right after we do it, or am I spending the night?

All these questions are running through my head, and all of a sudden I become worried. I found long time ago that I cannot do casual sex. I just can’t. So what am I doing here with Van then? I like him a lot. And I don’t want to have a casual relationship with him. Maybe I should go…

His hands moving abruptly and pulling my sports bra over my head snap me out of my freak-out session. My arms go up of their own volition, and now I am standing here in only my shorts.

Next, his hands are cupping my butt cheeks, and he squeezes hard, almost making me whimper. His lips just brush over mine, and he refuses to give me what I’m looking for.

“Chloe,” he whispers, the tip of his tongue coming out to play and touching my bottom lip but retreating before I have a chance to snatch it into my mouth.

In a smooth move, he pulls his arms away from my body, stretching my shorts and pushing them down. My bikini bottoms go at the same time as they easily slide down to my knees. I move around until they go down some more until they are finally around my ankles. I step out of them and wait for Van’s next move.

“Chloe,” he presses a hand to his chest as he takes me in from head to toe. “Are you a parking ticket? Because you got fine written all over you…”

“Van,” I burst into a fit of giggles which is weird as hell considering I am standing here naked while he still has his clothes on. “I can’t with you…” I put my hands on his shoulders for support and continue laughing.

“Is it working though?” he sounds sure of himself.

“Is what working?”

“Am I charming you off your feet?” he smirks at me.

“Well, you’re definitely charming me out of my clothes,” I start laughing again. “You are bad. So, so bad.”

“And I’m about to get badder,” he picks me up and starts walking with me toward the back of the house where I’m assuming the bedrooms are. I am a little sad that I didn’t get to see the layout of the house before jumping into activities of a more sexual nature.

“That’d be worse, not badder…” I laugh again. I seem to be doing so much of that when I am around this man.

“I’ll get worse, but in the best of ways. How’s that?”

“Much better,” I giggle.

I feel as if I am light as a feather when Van carries me around without breaking a sweat. It’s not like I am overweight or anything, quite the opposite actually, but my height always seems to scare off any potential candidates related to any bedroom activities.

When he sets me down at the foot of his bed, I take a moment to look around. The room looks clean and fresh. Extremely clean, I realize with a start. No random items of laundry lying around, and his bed is made perfectly.

“Stay right there,” Van tells me as he starts walking backwards toward the bedroom door. I’m sure that I look as confused as I feel when he stops and pulls his t-shirt off, folds it neatly and drops it on a short dresser that’s close to him. “I’m serious,” he points at me. “Do not move!”

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