Page 50 of Chase Our Forever

I already want to kiss her again.

A shiver runs through her body, and I don’t know if it’s from the aftermath of the kiss or because her clothes are soaked all the way through because of the rain and she’s cold. Either way, I open up either side of my jacket and tuck it around her, keeping our bodies pressed together.

I take a deep breath, trying to slow my hurried breathing. “You’re really doing something to me,” I admit.

Her eyes track my face for answers. “Doing what?”

I don’t want to hide from her. Not right now. Not even though I know I shouldn’t be honest with her and further complicate this. “Making me want things I shouldn’t, sunshine.”

“I don’t see any sunshine right now.”

I press my forehead to hers, making sure she can’t see anything else but me with my next words. “I do.”

30

LIV

I pressmy fingers to my lips as Dean guides his truck into his long driveway. We haven’t said a word the entire drive back from shopping, but we don’t have to. The silence is comfortable even though the air between us feels thicker than ever after what just happened.

We finally kissed. And it was, tragically, far better than I could’ve ever imagined.

I’m already thinking about doing it again. I’m desperate to feel him claim my lips with his again. I trail my fingertips along my swollen bottom lip. The skin around my mouth feels chafed from his stubble.

I love it.

Dean pulls into the garage and puts the truck in park. It stays quiet between us as we both stare ahead. I don’t know what to say or how to break the silence. I want to know if he has regrets or if his thoughts are trailing into dangerous territory like mine are.

He clears his throat. “We should get inside and get some dry clothes on.”

I nod, wondering if we’re going to address what just happened.

If we are, it isn’t happening yet because Dean opens his door and steps out of the truck. I keep my eyes pinned forward, my fingers still trailing my lips as I wish it was his lips I was feeling right now. My door opens, and Dean steps in front of me. Our eyes finally meet, and it’s like a bolt of lightning through my veins.

I’m never going to be able to look at him again and not think about how perfect his lips felt against mine.

“Let me help you down,” he demands. His voice is gruff and thick. Is he still feeling the same tension I am? God, being alone with him right now, all I want to do is throw my body against his and kiss him all over again.

I want to do more than kiss him.

“Okay,” I respond quietly. I expect him to offer his hand, but instead, he leans into the small opening and grabs me at the small of my waist.

My breath hitches at feeling his touch again. The wet fabric of my clothes clings to my body. I can feel every inch of where he touches me. His fingertips are a warm, welcome feeling through the coldness of my clothes.

Neither one of us moves for a moment. He keeps his hand resting on the narrow of my hips as I get lost in his eyes. We should probably talk about what happened outside the store, but I don’t want to talk about it. Not right now. All I want is a repeat and maybe even to take it further.

Before I can tell him what I want, his grip tightens a little as he lifts me from the passenger seat and places me on the ground.

“We need to get you inside and get you dry clothes before going back out to get Clara.” There’s little room for interpretation in his tone. It isn’t cold. It’s just matter-of-fact.

I nod, still so entranced by kissing him that I’ll do anything he asks me to.

He surprises me by reaching out and taking my hand in his. I like that he confidently takes it without a second thought about whether he should or not. The only sound is that of our footsteps as he leads me into the house.

We make it to the laundry room when I pause. “I should probably get my new clothes from the truck.” My voice comes out just above a whisper. Everything feels so quiet in the house without Clara or Honey here. Even the storm has slowed, the thunder no longer crashing in the distance. The only sounds of the storm come from the raindrops hitting the roof.

Dean’s fingers tighten around mine as he thinks through my comment. I watch in fascination as he swallows slowly. His eyes travel to the laundry baskets with neatly folded clothes inside before focusing on me once again. “You can have something of mine in here. We need to get you out of your wet clothes. Now.”

A shiver runs through my body at the commanding way he saysnow.

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