Page 28 of Heat Wave
“Waylon, I’m…”
“There’s no need for that. No need at all.”
“But I was kind of bitchy and…”
“You were right.” I…was. My heart sinks, and I try to keep my face from showing it as he continues. “We don’t know each other that well yet. Even if we have known about one another for years, this is different, new, for both of us. It’s okay to be scared and have doubts and worries. You bring them all to me, and we’ll take care of them together. Okay, baby?”
I nod. “Okay.”
That was actually better than what I thought he was going to say. A lot better. I make a silent promise to myself not to let other voices into…whatever this is between me and Waylon, too.No more listening to gossip or shit talk. If I have a worry, I’m going straight to Waylon! I just hope he does the same.
Chapter Nineteen
Oakley
Istay at Waylon’s for the day since I can’t be sure Terry’s not sleeping off some hangover from all those stupid fruity drinks. I spend the day doing what I do when I am a little stressed…okay, a lot stressed and a little out of sorts. I bake.
I'm still not sure how I feel about Waylon seeing me naked or me asking him to have sex with me. Waylon’s hot. It would only be natural that drunk me, who has very little inhibitions and no sense, would try to hit on him, but damn! Did I have to do it so bluntly?
I hear his key in the lock before I can figure any of it out. Before he can even reset the alarm, I’m talking to him.
“I made a pie today. I hope that’s okay. I didn’t…oh!” He wheels me around and hugs me tightly while burying his face in my neck. I hug him back. “Um, are you okay? Rough day?”
He nods. “Real rough.”
I melt for him, wrapping him up tight. “I’m so sorry.”
He drops small kisses on my neck and shoulder as I run my fingers through his hair. My lips go to his temple as I try to offer him comfort in any way I can. His mouth against the column ofmy throat starts my heart beating faster and harder. The kisses turn into something more than light when he starts adding nips there as well. The tiny sting has me struggling to stay still.
Our lips find each other, and the kiss is long and lingering. His hands squeeze my ass as I tentatively touch my tongue to his. I try to keep my nails from sinking into the back of his neck or scalp, but the deeper the kiss, the less I keep track. I don’t realize I’ve all but wrapped myself around him until he’s sitting me on the island.
“Waylon?”
“Kiss me, Oakley. Just kiss me.” His eyes almost plead with me, and I can’t say no to him. I don’t want to say no to him.
I shyly nip at his full bottom lip before pressing our mouths together and offering up more of me. This time, when he takes my mouth, it’s harder than before. There’s a desperation to it that takes my breath and causes a fire to ignite inside of me. I pull him to me with my legs and grasp him in my arms. His hand comes up to encircle my neck as he pulls me closer with his other hand on my butt.
“So sweet. So perfect.”
I start to tell him I am anything but perfect, but he takes my mouth again and his hand slowly slides down until he is cupping one of my breasts. I only have a thin tank top on, no bra, because I wasn’t going out and I thought I would have time to change before he got home. Now there is just a thin layer of cotton between his hand and my breast. It turns heavy, and the nipple tightens up as his touch sinks into me.
I have to pull back so I can drag in air. “Waylon…what are…?”
“I’m sorry. I should have asked. I just…damned if you aren’t the softest fucking thing I’ve ever touched.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Yes, baby, that is a very good thing. May I?”
He lifts his other hand and hovers it right above my other breast. He’s asking me if he can…
“Yes.” It comes out breathless and wispy, but he must hear it.
He places his hand on me, cupping and weighing both my breasts. He uses his thumb to brush against the pebbled tip of my breast, drawing a gasp from me.
“You aren’t wearing a bra, are you, sweetheart?”
“N…no. I…thought I would have time to grab one, but…”
