Page 69 of The One I Want
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I all butflip my SUV as I speed out of my parents’ driveway. Yes, my house is only two miles away, but right now, it feels like it’s twenty.
“You know, we could have gone to my house,” she says as she puts on her seatbelt.
I look over to her and put my hand on her thigh, giving it a squeeze. “I want you all to myself tonight. I’ll wait another ten minutes for that.”
She smiles as she wraps her arms around mine, leaning her head against my bicep. I look down at her just for a second and notice her red-painted fingernails slowly stroking up and down on my forearm. They aren’t digging into me. No, they are leaving the perfect touch, which sends shivers down my spine.
All of a sudden, pictures in my head are flashing a mile a minute. Those nails running through my hair, pulling it slightly as she begs for more. How they’ll feel when they dig into my back as I drive into her. What they would look like wrapped around my cock.
And just as suddenly as those thoughts pop into my head, I feel a sweat start to break out on the back of my neck. I have to actively slow down my breathing, because right now I feel like I’m being suffocated. I try and take a few deep breaths as I pull into the driveway.
Have I thought about being with Betsy? I’d be a liar if I didn’t. Since that first kiss, that’s all I’ve been able to think about—and a few other times before then. I want her. I want her more than anything. But for some reason, right here, in the span of two miles, it just hit me that I’ve only been with one woman for more than a decade. And those last few years haven’t been anything to brag to your buddies about.
I look over at Betsy. God she’s so damn beautiful. Young. Vibrant. Exciting. Just being in her orbit makes me feel alive.
Shit…what the fuck am I doing? Do I even know what I’m doing? I really should have consulted Simon on this one.
“Hey,” she says as she laces our fingers together. “You okay?”
I look over to her and somehow, I immediately feel a sense of calm. I don’t know how she does it, but it’s been happening since the moment we met. She just always knows what I need. Or knows what to say. She can read me like a book. And right now, with her beautiful brown eyes looking at me with such care and concern, she’s done it again.
I lean in and give her a soft kiss. I let it linger for a bit, but I don't want it to get too deep. I’m saving that for later.
“I’m fine, beautiful,” I say. “Let’s go inside.”
Chapter26
Betsy
Shit,he’s scared.
I know he’d never say it out loud, and I know he said he was fine, but how can he be? I mean, the first night with anyone is a nerve-racking experience, especially if you care about them. It’s one thing if you know it’s a quick fuck and flee, but the first time you’re with someone you truly care about? It’s everything. You build it up so much you think there’s no way the real thing could live up to the fantasy. Add on the fact the Wicked Witch of the Exes is the only woman he’s been with in a long time, and I can’t imagine what’s going through his head right now.
I don’t want to bring it up. That would only put more pressure on him. I don’t even care if we spend the whole night clothed, six feet apart, and talking about the weather. I just want to be with him.
Okay that’s a lie. I’d like to kiss him. Because I really like kissing him.
I drop my purse on the counter and kick off my shoes as we walk through the garage into the kitchen, when all I see in front of me is the light shining from the back patio.
“I have an idea,” I say.
He shuts the door behind us before he wraps his arms around my stomach, leaning down to nibble my ear. “I bet you do.”
I turn around and give him a look. Oh, this is going to be even better. Mr. Assumption is already at it again.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’m just saying that we’re here, alone, no kids, and you attacked me earlier with your mouth. Based on those facts, I’d place a very safe bet on what’s on your mind.”
I shake my head. “There you go, assuming again.”
“You’re telling me that I’m wrong?”
“Oh, Wes,” I say, raising up on my tiptoes to give him a small kiss before I step away, taking his hand as I bring him along. “One of these days you’ll learn to stop assuming things about me.”
I lead him back to the sliding glass doors that open to the patio. Waiting for us is a pool, which is way too cold to swim in right now. But I’m not looking for that. No, it’s the hot tub next to it that’s calling my name.
