Page 29 of Choosing You

A low growl was Will’s only response.

Now she was close enough to feel the heat coming off of his body. Their arms brushed, her thigh pressed against his, and she could feel his warm breath against her cheek. For a moment, she closed her eyes and simply…felt. And when she opened them, she met his heated gaze. His name was a mere whisper, a plea.

“This isn’t why I invited you here,” he said, even as his head tilted and his lips lightly touched hers.

“Will?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

And he did.

Over and over and over again. It was amazing how he’d always thought Sloane’s kisses were an incredible turn-on, but now that he could touch her too, he realized just how wrong he’d been. This was a total sensory experience and it was escalating quickly.

And that’s when he pulled back. There was no way he was going to feel comfortable seducing Sloane at this early stage of their relationship. And the last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable in any way, shape, or form. So, they’d take it slow—move at her pace. After all, they’d basically waited three years, so what was another few days or weeks?

He opened his eyes and saw that Sloane’s were still closed. Her lips were red and wet, and he groaned as he rested his forehead against hers.

“You stopped,” she said quietly.

He nodded. “I did.”

“Why?”

This time when he lifted his head, he saw her eyes were open as she studied him curiously. Reaching up, Will caressed her cheek. “For starters, we just met.”

Sloane shook her head. “We met three years ago.”

He laughed softly. “Not formally. We were never introduced. I don’t want you to feel pressured or have any regrets. You’re here for the weekend—well, the rest of it—and I’m just happy to be spending time with you.”

Whether or not it was intentional, Sloane slowly licked her lips and then gave him a grin so sexy and sweet that he almost jumped up to take a cold shower.

“Sloane…”

“Maybe we should find something else to do,” she suggested, slowly scooting away from him. “I know it’s a little late for dinner, and I had something to eat before I came over, but…maybe we can go out and grab some dessert? Or is there someplace in town where you usually go hang out?”

As much as he hated the idea of sharing her right now and being the object of the town gossips, maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea.

“I know the new bar is supposed to open soon, but maybe we can hit someplace else for a drink?” She looked at her watch. “It’s almost eight. We could probably grab a drink and then…”

“Sloane?”

“Hmm?”

What the hell was he going to say? Her eyes were wide, her skin was still flushed, and damn if she wasn’t the sexiest woman he’d ever seen. If he stayed sitting here with her for another minute, he’d reach for her. So, he quickly stood up.

“Um…I’m going to go and uh…get changed. Maybe you want to go and freshen up or something and we’ll leave in about a half hour. How does that sound?”

Will immediately saw the confusion on her face but didn’t comment on it. Instead, he started to walk backwards toward his bedroom. “You can use the bathroom first. I’ll um…I’ll be out in a bit.”

And then he hightailed it to his room and quickly shut the door.

Where he mentally cursed himself for having so little self-control that he couldn’t even be in the same room with her. She must be thinking that she made a huge mistake in coming to find him.

Hell, he was beginning to think it was a mistake too.

After three years of fantasizing about meeting Sloane and being alone with her, he still ended up coming off like a sixteen-year-old virgin with his first girl.

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