Page 27 of Chasing Lynda

Now that I know what happened to her, I’m really conflicted though. Not about wanting to see her again, I’m fucking sure about that. But when I asked her out to dinner, I had plans to end the night with a romantic walk on the beach and hopefully with a kiss or two.

Ok, fuck.

Truth be told, I was hoping that things would go in a certain direction and that I could take her back to my room.

But knowing what she’s been through, makes me question that plan. I don’t want her to think that I asked her out just because I wanted to fuck her. I mean, I wanted to fuck her but I also was curious about her. Now I don’t want to scare her and miss the opportunity of getting to know her.

“You’re awfully quiet,” she says after I invite her to eat the last piece of funnel cake. “Did I say or do something wrong?”

I shake my head, throwing the paper plate into a trash can at the end of the pier. “No, Lynda,” I drawl, feeling guilty about the fact that my mind was briefly in the gutter.

She looks at me for a long moment. “I don’t believe you. You were all smiles at dinner. Until we started playing the five questions game. Then you changed. So it must be because of something I’ve said or done.”

I don’t see any point in lying to her, so I admit my feelings hoping that she won’t walk away from me because of them.

“I’ve been thinking about kissing you since the second I saw you earlier on the beach.”

To my surprise, she doesn’t look mad. “Then why didn’t you?”

I sigh. “Because I was already a little nervous. When all I want is to get in someone’s panties, I have no problem making the first move. But the more I talked to you, the more I liked you and—I don’t want to fuck it up. Not after what happened to you.”

Her reaction is so unexpected that when she grabs my hand and drags me down the narrow stairs that from the edge of the pier lead down to the beach, I do my best not to fall over as I follow her.

“Lynda, what—”

She stops and turns to face me. The fury in her eyes reduces me to silence. “That’s exactly why I didn’t want to play your stupid game! I should’ve used my bullshit bonus when you asked me that fucking question!”

I don’t even realize that I’m digging myself into a bigger hole when I try to justify my reasoning. “No, I’m glad you told me. I would’ve felt terrible if I’d tried my luck and I’d reminded you of what you’ve been through. PTSD isn’t something to ignore, I—”

She interrupts me. “Shut up, Zane! You’re being a patronizing asshole!”

I don’t understand. “What? Why? How does trying to do right by you make me an asshole?”

“Because you’re doing exactly the same thing my ex did when he gave me a roofied drink. You’re taking away my free will. It should’ve been up to me if I wanted to have sex with him, like it should be up to me if I want to kiss you now. I’m not a child and I’m not an idiot. And up until a second ago? I was dying to kiss you!”

Oh, motherfucker!

I stand there, looking at her like a deer caught in front of headlights. If I try to kiss her now, will she be mad?

I get my answer when she emits a frustrated groan, standing in the tip of her toes and whispering, “Fuck you, Zane!”

Then she crushes her lips on mine, slightly losing her balance in the process.

My arms close around her on instinct, more to keep her from falling over than to touch her. But when her chest touches mine? Holy shit.

My heart is hammering in my chest so violently and I want so much more than just the light pressure of her lips on mine, but I’m still hesitant.

She nips at my bottom lips and my mouth takes over, making me throw my caution to the wind.

I run my tongue against the seam of her lips and I know she wants this when she allows me in.

She tastes sugary, like the funnel cake we just ate and it’s so addictive that I devour her, pausing the hungry strokes of my tongue only to to nip at her plump bottom lip.

My entire body is reacting with a flood of excitement I haven’t felt in a long time for any woman.

Lynda grabs one of my hands, placing it on the swell of her breast and my fingers automatically close around the soft yet firm globe. My blood starts flowing south and I’m so hard that it’s impossible for her not to feel it against her hip.

“Lynda.” I pant, breaking the kiss for a moment and trying to move my hand away because I can’t think clearly while I’m touching her tits. “Are you sure? We don’t have to do anything more than kissing if you—”

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