Page 11 of My Wild Mountain Man
“Fuck.” His forehead dropped and rested against mine. “You’re making this so damn hard.” Something came over me, and my hand boldly moved down his chest to his waistband and didn’t stop until I was right up against the length of him.
“Something’s already hard,” I pointed out, loving the way his nose flared. Bash looked like he was barely holding on to control, and I liked it. I might have been seriously inexperienced, but that didn’t mean I didn’t know about things. I read a lot, and romance novels were my go-to.
“Raven,” he growled, and I didn’t get a chance to say one other word because he kissed me again. This wasn’t the sweet and slow kiss like the first one. It was urgent. Passionate and so damn needy it made my toes curl. Breathless and panting, I wasdizzy with a throbbing need that coursed throughout my entire body.
“Bash.” His name was a whispered prayer. One that he wanted to give in to, but I could tell by the look in his gaze he was stubborn enough to deny the two of us.
“Get in your car,” he ordered gently. “Think about it.” His words were short and precise. “Friday, five o’ clock. My place.” He nodded before kissing me one more time. “If you change your mind, it’s okay,” he whispered against my lips so softly.
I leaned in closer, melting against him. Especially when the tips of his fingers moved into my hair. His dark eyes were unreadable, but there was something in them. Something that made hope bloom inside of me. So many things were running through my head and sat on the tip of my tongue, but I didn’t say a word. Not when he pulled back and opened the door for me and got me in my SUV.
“Drive safe. I’m gonna follow you home, make sure you get there safe.”
“You don’t––“ I started to say, but the look he shot me had me thinking I shouldn’t argue. “Okay.” I shrugged.
A breath escaped me when he leaned in close, pulling my seat belt on before clicking it into place. I could smell the scent of his cologne and skin. His face stopped right in front of mine, then his hand rose and stroked my face.
“Be safe, baby girl,” he rasped before kissing me one more time.
Sweet and slow. So damn smooth and romantic it took my breath away long before he pulled away. With one last long look, he shut the door and walked away. I sat in my car for a moment. My head spun with everything that had happened and the possibility of everything that would happen in a week.
Because no matter what the week would bring, I knew exactly where I would be on Friday at five.
bash
. . .
“What’s going on with you?”Onyx asked, patting my shoulder before taking the seat next to me.
“What?” I asked, my brows bunched together in a frown.
“What’s going on with you? You burnt out?” The concern was clear in his features.
“Nah,” I denied, my voice thick with lies. “Nothing like that.”
“Let me guess, you met someone? At Clover?” he asked.
“What?”
“You went there Friday, and now, two days later, you’re sitting here looking like the weight of the world’s on your shoulders when, and I’m sorry to say this, my man, you should just go out and get a haircut.”
“Yeah,” I chuckled, knowing my smile didn’t reach my eyes as I ran my fingers through my hair. “I do need a cut.”
“You should go see Rave,” he suggested. I wasn’t sure if it was the guilt or what, but I felt like he watched me closer anytime he mentioned his little sister’s name.
“Rave’s probably busy with shit more important than––“
“To cut hair? A stylist?” he cut me off and rolled his eyes. ““You just need to hit her up, Bash. I’m sure she would squeeze you into her calendar.”
“I’m okay.” I cleared my throat, hating how tempting it was to do what he wanted.
I missed her.
I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since following her home. How the hell I’d stayed in my truck, I had no fucking clue, but I had. Even when she stood at her door and waved good night. Everything inside of me had wanted to run out and bang on her door and beg her to let me in. I glanced out at the floor. It wasn’t busy; it was Sunday and usually on the quieter side.
“You need sleep, man. You have huge circles under your eyes.”
“Thanks. Nothing better than your best friend telling you, you look like shit,” I muttered just as he shrugged.
