Page 100 of Estranged Heart
“Why?” I hold my breath, waiting for his answer.
“I think you know why.”
“Do I?” My hands tighten around the wheel, in case I need something to catch me from falling when he doesn’t give me the answer I want to hear.
“Come have a drink with me and we can talk about it some more,” he says with strained words.
I got what I wanted, but I’m greedy for more. “I . . . I don’t think I should.”
“Why not?” He leans down, pressing his hands on my window.
“Because I might want more than that.” I know I will.
“And that’s such a bad thing because . . . ?” His bottom lip curls and his eyes are pleading.
“What about the guy you have a rain check with? Won’t he think it’s a bad thing?”
Forehead wrinkling, his eyes shift from side to side. “What do you mean?”
“He’s not . . . You two aren’t . . .” My cheeks heat and I can’t finish my sentence when he looks at me as if I’ve grown two heads.
“No . . . Wait, is that why you rushed off in such a hurry? You thought I was on a date with my brother?” The corners of his eyes wrinkle in humor.
“Your brother?” My next words fly out of my mouth without warning.
“Yeah. He contacted me a few months ago and we’ve been hanging out whenever one of us is near the other’s side of town.”
“Oh . . .” Well, I feel like an idiot.
He chuckles, his face so close our lips are merely inches away. “So this is what you look like when you’re jealous. I didn’t think I’d get a chance to see the roles reversed.”
“I wish you hadn’t.” My breaths feel strangled when his nose rubs over mine.
“I like how much you wear your heart on your sleeve. Everything about you is so honest and real.” His warm breaths mingle with mine and he tastes like fucking heaven. “Will you get out of the car now? Or would you rather I get in?”
“I . . .” My words catch in my throat when tiny drops of water spill from the opening dark sky. “And what happens if I beg you to take me home after one drink?”
“I might be counting on it.” His lips turn up into a half smile. As soon as he backs away from the car, I push the door open and step out onto the concrete. He pins me to the window, brushing his lips over mine and every part of me is buzzing. Rain falls harder and his laughter tickles my lips, his tongue flicking inside my parted mouth.
I look up at the crying sky and he tugs on my chin, smashing our lips together. Teeth clash and our tongues go to war, overpowering each other. I sink deep into his warmth, my body going slack against his, and we’re like two missing pieces of a puzzle finding our place again.
Thunder cracks above us and we’re drenched, shivering in each other’s arms. “You know, I’m still waiting to hate the rain,” I say, hooking my fingers into the front of his shirt.
“I did for a while. When it went back to being an inconvenience and you weren’t taking off your soaked clothes beside me. When I was running through it alone and not being asked to dance in the middle of parking lots.”
“And right now?”
“I think I prefer it when you make me forget why something is supposed to be bad,” he whispers, kissing me again, this time harder, and it’s consuming. Smashed between him and the car, I have nowhere to run this time and I don’t want to. The way he keeps breathing me in and tasting me, I no longer question if it’s me he wants, not when I can feel his desire everywhere. It’s in his sounds, his hungry tongue, and his erection digging into my hip.
“Take me home with you, right now,” he says, lips slightly parting from mine.
“What about the drink we’re supposed to have?” I rasp.
“It was never the drink I wanted.”
“What do you want?” My pulse pounds in my ears.
“I want you,” he breathes out. “The moment I laid eyes on you outside that bar I knew I couldn’t let you go so easily this time. So before you tell me no, dance with me in the rain first. Go camping with me and take me skating.”
