Page 78 of Love Undiscovered
“Did I get it?” I ask. He nods. We finish eating quietly. He gets up to throw the trash away, then comes back to sit with me.
“Do I have food in my teeth?” I ask, showing him.
“No, do I?” he asks, doing the same.
“Nope,” I say, feeling lighthearted and free at the same time. Both unusual emotions for me to experience. I lean my head against his shoulder, and he puts his arm around me. I close my eyes and enjoy being this close to him, something about it feels comfortable and right.
He turns his head toward mine and nudges my nose with his. I open my eyes.
“Hi,” I say softly.
“Hey,” he says.
He’s going to kiss me, I just know it.
I want it.
I’m ready.
Instead, he pulls back slightly. “We need to be where we’re going soon. Ready?”
“Sounds good,” I say, trying not to be disappointed. He stands and pulls me up after him and we walk hand-in-hand back to the bike.
He helps me with my jacket, then turns me to face him, his hands on my hips, and my back against the bike.
“I wanted to kiss you back there,” he says.
“I wanted you to kiss me back there,” I say.
He picks me up and sets me on the bike seat, then nudges my legs apart and steps between them. One hand is still at my hip, but the other moves up to my neck, his fingers wrapping around toward the back, and his thumb caressing my cheek.
“How about now?” he asks.
“Now?”
“Do you want me to kiss you now?” he asks, his face now inches from mine.
I nod my head, not sure if I can speak.
This time the kiss is not soft and fleeting. It’s hard and possessive, with tongue and teeth. He growls as he pulls me tight against him with the one hand and holds my head in place with the other. I wrap my legs and arms around him. I can’t get close enough. If I could crawl inside him, I would.
We stay like that, in our own world of kisses, mixed with breaths and feels. So many feels. He slows the kiss after another minute or so, and pulls his head away slightly, resting his forehead to mine. I slowly lower my legs as I try to catch my breath.
“So,” he says, still out of breath. “I guess we’ve still got chemistry, huh?”
I laugh. “Was there any doubt?”
“I think you were a little worried.”
“If I was, I’m not anymore,” I laugh.
“I need a minute.” He looks down. “Riding with a hard-on is not fun.”
“I’d say he likes me.” I point to the bulge in his pants.
“He likes you a lot,” Chance says.
“Think about your grandma,” I say, remembering the similar moment at The Chesterfield.
