Page 67 of Mr. Big Mistake
She snorted with laughter as I leaned against the door in front of her room.
“I’m merely tipsy.”
She snickered. “Very tipsy, actually. That door is holding you up, okay?”
I nodded. “It’s treating my shoulder very well, yes. It’s the most action I’ve gotten in a while.”
“Oh, boo. I find that one hard to believe.”
I paused. “Why?”
She blinked. “Well, because you always have someone you’re interested in. Or, someone you’ve got on your arm. Or, in your bed.”
“I do?”
She nodded slowly. “Yeah, you do.”
“And you've noticed?”
“Everyone notices, Brenden.”
“But, you notice?”
I gazed into her eyes as she finally nodded at me.
“Yeah. I always notice,” Kelly said softly.
I’d been so smitten with her all night that all I wanted to do was kiss her. So, I did. I bent forward and captured her lips, tasting the red wine still on the tip of her tongue. Warmth trickled through my veins, and I felt my body gravitating toward her. I felt her hand slide softly against my cheek, cupping it as we stood there in front of her hotel room.
“Goodnight,” she whispered against my lips.
Then, she disappeared.
Leaving me wanting more of her as her words tumbled around in my head.
Yeah, I always notice.
Kelly’s words knocked around in my mind as I stumbled my way back to my own room. I got inside and threw the patio door open, allowing the sounds of the ocean to filter in. I stood there and sighed as the cool breeze wafted against my body. But, the entire time, I wished that it was Kelly floating against my body.
“That doesn’t make sense,” I murmured.
But, to my heart, it did.
“You’re in dangerous territory,” I whispered.
It didn’t stop me from thinking about her, though. It didn’t stop me from stripping down, crawling into bed, and wishing she were next to me. As I stared out over the water with my cheek pressed against the down pillow, I thought about our dinner. How wonderful it seemed, and how great our conversation flowed, and how easy it was to be around her.
But, I also couldn't shake the notion that there was something she wanted to mention.
You’re overthinking things, Brenden.
“Just need to sleep it off,” I murmured.
Yeah, I always notice.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
I flopped onto my back and let my eyes ease themselves closed. I felt the alcohol pulling me under, forcing me to get a good night’s sleep. It didn’t stop my want, though. No, no, my need.
