Page 43 of Unforgettable

When we’re pressed against one another, I wrap my arms around his neck. “This feels dangerous,” I muse.

“You’re the one who started it,” he retorts. “I really missed kissing you, and I really want to do it again.”

“I’m sorry about that,” I say, only half meaning it. “I know we had rules.”

He shrugs. “They’re our rules and we can make and break them any time we want.”

“That feels dangerous,” I repeat.

“I want you, Reeve. So, if that means I can touch you every time we do this”—he tilts his head toward his family— “then that’s what I’m going to do.”

“And when dinner is over?”

“The night won’t be.”

We’re staring now, and the desire in his eyes is unmissable, but it’s the determination in his features that wins me over. Because this beautiful man wantsme,and Ilovefeeling wanted by him.

He slides a hand down to cup my ass and gives it a quick squeeze. “Come home with me tonight?”

I don’t get the chance to answer because Leon, Kat’s husband, calls out, “Are you two ever going to stop touching each other in the kitchen? Because if I remember correctly, Kat wasn’t allowed to even hold my hand in front of your dad.”

I groan. “You make me reckless,” I whisper.

“I like you that way,” he says and then walks us both to the living room. I take a seat on the recliner and Oz sits on the floor in between my legs. As if he’s always done it.

“That’s what happens when you’re not the oldest and your parents want to see you paired up so bad,” Oz explains to Leon. “They no longer care about public displays of affection, because they’re just so grateful that their child is no longer alone and lonely.”

He says it in jest, and even though it’s very much the truth, they all laugh, passing it off as siblings just giving each other shit.

“We are so glad you’re here, Reeve,” Bethany says with sincerity. “I don’t know if my son has ever had a boyfriend, so I can’t compare, and I shouldn’t, but he looks happier than I’ve seen him in a long time.”

I keep my hands on him while everyone talks, because I’m too far gone to stop. Tracing the shell of his ears, skating my fingers down his neck, slipping my hands underneath his shirt. And while they tell me about all the reasons they’re grateful Oz is finally settling down, I sit there basking in their acceptance while simultaneously wishing that I had met Oz at a different time in my life and that all of this was real.

When the conversation moves away from Oz and me and our relationship, I give myself permission to be the reckless man whom he likes so much. I lower my mouth to his ear and whisper, “I’ll come home with you.”

11

Oz

My cock thickens the second his hot breath hits my ear and his words register in my brain.

“Sorry to cut this short,” I say to anyone listening. “But we have to go.”

“You can’t,” my mother admonishes. “There’s dessert.”

And just to rub salt in the wound, Tommy and Summer stand in front of me with their hands on their hips. “You can’t leave, Uncle Oz,” Summer tells me. “We didn’t rumble today.”

“Rumbling?” Reeve asks inquisitively. “Can I join?”

I look over my shoulder, glaring at him. “We have somewhere to be,” I say through clenched teeth.

He smiles cheekily. “The wait will be worth it. I promise.”

Annoyed that I’m being cock blocked by kids that aren’t even mine, and that I have to work out how to get my semi under control before standing, I tell the kids we’ll eat dessert first and then we’ll wrestle.

It’s finally just Reeve and me remaining, and I get up on my feet and adjust myself without an audience. Turning, I find him looking at me sheepishly.

“What?”

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