Page 100 of Love Undiscovered
Chapter 26
Remi
He gets up on the barrel first, then grabs my hand and pulls me up. His leather jacket is open, so when I lean back against his chest, it’s just my blouse and his tee that separate us. I use my poncho as a blanket for my chest and arms, and my blanket to cover my legs. Chance has his arms around my waist, the warmth from his body feels good.
We munch on popcorn, drink wine, and watch the movie. And for the first fifteen or twenty minutes, that’s great. But the more time that passes, the harder time I’m having concentrating. This close to Chance, feeling him, smelling him, it’s distracting.
I think about earlier in the evening, so I can avoid thinking about how much he turns me on. I’d gotten to movie night early so I could hang with Kat and Lexie a little bit beforehand.
Kat and I were talking about Chance when he popped his head in and made a joke about Kat and I hugging.
Then she flirted with him.
I mean, what the actual fuck?
It’s little times like that where I think I might be jealous. Even though I don’t get jealous. Why would I be jealous of Kat? That’s crazy. She’s got Brad. She’s not interested in Chance. Except that I know she’s fantasized about him before. And I know he wanted to fuck her.
My God, is this what vulnerability feels like? No wonder people hate being in relationships. This is an awful feeling. The constant doubting of one’s self-worth and feelings. Never knowing where you stand, always having to rely on outside knowledge.
Then I remember that most people don’t hate being in relationships. They like them. They gravitate toward them. How odd must it be when your goal is to illuminate your weaknesses, so someone else can exploit them, for the sole purpose of ‘sharing’ your life with another person.
Except Kat’s not weak. If anything, she’s ten times stronger with Brad back in her life.
So, which is it? Does love make you weak or make you strong?
Whoa, wait. Who said anything about love?
Jesus Christ, Remi.
There’s the deep end and you’ve just gone the fuck off it.
How is it that he fits in so well with everyone else? I mean, Kat and Lexie both adore him. If I have to pick someone, shouldn’t it be someone that Kat and Lexie love?
I couldn’t stop myself when I’d kissed him earlier. He looked so sinfully good in his standard jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket, and motorcycle boots outfit. I think that outfit was created with him in mind. His ass, his cock, his pecs, his thighs. I walked up to him and kissed the fuck out of him. A real kiss, with tongue and hip grinding. I couldn’t help myself. This man is going to be the death of me.
If that’s not bad enough, then I told him that I missed him. Because I’m a fucking sucker. But when he said it back, I felt like I was floating on happy clouds. Relationships make you bipolar, that’s what happens. Jesus, I need to pay attention to the movie so I can get a dose of reality from Bogie and Bergman before I lose my fucking mind.
I snuggle back against Chance and he rests his chin on my shoulder. My blouse has ridden up slightly on one side and he starts running his thumb up and down the side of my belly. It’s a tiny bit ticklish, but more than that it’s a straight up turn-on. The skin on skin contact makes my breath catch. My body heat rises, it feels like we are in a cloud of warmth, like when a fire first ignites and that wave hits you.
I know he feels it. I can feel his cock hardening against my ass.
Chance uses his chin to move my hair from my neck, then kisses it softly. That was pretty fucking smooth. No hands at all.
And, oh shit, that feels good. His lips on my neck, his thumb at my side, his chest against my back, and his thighs surrounding mine. My heart pounds. I close my eyes. His other hand snakes up slightly and he runs his thumb along the underside of my breast. My panties soak. My nipples harden. I can smell my arousal.
I shift on the barrel as he bites my earlobe softly. I put one hand on his thigh and squeeze tightly.
“Stop!” I hiss.
Kat looks over at us and attempts to wink. It’s a terrible look on her, but it makes me laugh and helps break up the sexual tension a little bit.
Everyone else turns around, it was not an amusing part of the movie. Which makes me laugh more. I can’t help it. It’s like all the sexual tension in my body from the last thirty minutes is releasing itself through laughter.
I hop down from the barrel and leave the room, so I don’t interrupt the movie. I get out to the tasting room and head toward the bathroom. A hand grabs my arm before I can get there.
“You okay?” Chance asks, turning me to face him.
“Fine,” I say, heading back toward the restrooms. But then change my mind. “Actually, no I’m not. You confuse me.”
