Page 13 of The Waiter at Table 6

Tilting her face up, I take her lips in a slow, sweet kiss, reveling in the taste of her—and in the knowledge that she’s kissing me back. Her hands fist in my shirt, clinging to me as she lets me lead. It’s a heady feeling, especially when I slide my tongue along her bottom lip and she opens to me instantly.

I sink into the kiss with a groan.

When I finally pull back, we’re both breathing heavily. It takes me a few seconds to gather enough air—and collect my fractured thoughts—to speak.

“I’ve been thinking about doing that all night,” I admit in a raspy whisper.

Her chest heaving, her gaze darts between my eyes. I can’t get a read on her. I have no idea what she’s going to say, or what happens next, I just know I was going to die if I didn’t kiss her?—

Suddenly, Vanessa pushes up on her toes and silences my spiraling with her soft lips.

And this kiss is ten times hungrier.

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VANESSA

Desire like I’ve never known before rushes through my veins. I’ve never been kissed like this. Never been wanted like this. I thought I knew what passion felt like, but when Ryder deepens the kiss with a groan, I realize…I don’t know anything.

My hands, already fisted in his shirt, hold even tighter. Pull him closer. I can’t get enough of his touch, his taste…the way he makes me feel.

His hands, as they travel over my body, make me feel sexy. His growl that rumbles from his chest when I nip at his lip makes me feel wanted. His words from a moment ago make me feel cherished.

If this is the only night I feel this way, I want all of it.

I want the one-night stand with the hot waiter.

I don’t know if Ryder senses when I make the decision, but the moment I do, we both sink into the kiss in a way that lights it on fire. I flatten my body against his, eager to taste more of him. His hands move from my waist, down and around to my ass, groaning into my mouth when the movement presses me against his cock.

I gasp when I feel the size of it. And it’s hard for me.

Before I can do anything about it, Ryder tears his mouth from mine, but only so he can trail kisses across my jaw and down my neck. A shiver ripples along my spine when he nips at the place my shoulder and neck meet.

I distantly feel the strap of my dress slide over my shoulder, Ryder’s touch too distracting to focus on anything but the feel of his lips on my bare skin. My hands automatically thread into his hair, my eyes closing as I hold his head to me and revel in the sensations he’s evoking in my body.

“You’re so sexy,” he says as his lips drag back and forth. My breath catches when he nips at my shoulder, seeming almost frustrated by his own comment. “Too fucking sexy. I don’t know where to start.”

And suddenly, I don’t want to just be the recipient.

Cupping his face, I pull his lips back to mine. And then my hands drop to his slacks.

He huffs a laugh into our kiss. “Feeling impatient?” he asks, though he doesn’t stop me.

I’m not laughing. My kiss becomes needier, my hands more desperate. I finally get his button open.

“You have no idea,” I gasp against his lips.

His hands still mine, though it feels like more of an attempt to get my attention than anything else. I pull back just enough so I can see his eyes.

“I want to touch you first,” he says simply, his hands coming to rest on my waist, kneading me in a way that lets me know just how he wants to touch me.

That only makes me want to touch him more.

“I can’t wait for that,” I whisper. “Please. Let me taste you.”

I wait, as patiently as I’m able, for him to see the honesty in my eyes. The desire, the need. For him. I’m practically vibrating with it.

After a moment, he releases a shaky exhale.

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