Page 57 of Fall I Want
I don’t care, I can’t deny it, not when everything urges me to do it.
I don’t care if he’s a stranger, we’ll get to know one another.
I don’t care about anything, only him, only right now.
Our tongues slowly swipe together as the nuclear meltdown happens inside of me. My head spins and my body begs for more, for all of him. I may have started it, but I don’t want him to stop asI moan. His hand fists through my hair, gently tugging, and a low grumble releases from his throat as we grow desperate.
“Autumn,” he whispers against my mouth between breathless, greedy kisses.
“I’m sorry,” I say, gaining control as he pulls us back down to reality. I cover my swollen lips with my fingertips, trying to clear my clouded thoughts.
“Don’t apologize. Unless you regret it.”
“I don’t,” I mutter. “It was confirmation.”
“For?”
“Just confirming I wasn’t imagining things.”
The silence draws on.
“I’m not sure what’s going on with us,” he admits. It’s a confirmation.
“Me either.” Butterflies swarm inside me, then I think about kissing him again, and he tilts his head and laughs.
We’re undeniably explosive and every part of me is red hot with want and need.
“You’re eye fucking me.”
“And I’ve explained why,” I say. “I can’t help it.”
“And now you’re thinking very inappropriate thoughts,” he adds.
“Get out of my head.”
The conversation is easy and fun.
“Make me,” he teases.
“Just avoid door number three. That’s where the naughty thoughts are kept.”
“About Mr. Dreamy?”
I burst into laughter, watching the crowd enter the festival. “Ialmostregret telling you.”
“You wanted me to know, Pumpkin,” he states, shooting me a wink, and then he grows serious. “Meeting you has already been my greatest pleasure.”
I smile, feeling the same, but also shocked that he’s the man who said my coffee tastes like shit. “It’s been a long time since I’ve allowedanyonenew into my life.”
“You allowed nothing. You trespassed my personal space, so I fairly did the same to your boundaries,” he says, rolling his sleeves up to his muscular forearms.
My body is on fire, too, but I’m relaxed.
The line to enter the pumpkin patch still snakes to the street, but we’re in no hurry to join it. Once it calms down, we’ll go in, too.
“I could’ve said no,” I state.
“No wasn’t an option. I’d have haunted you in your dreams.”
