Page 30 of Promise Me Ever After
Which one was I going to listen to?
I’d never been with anyone like Georgie before. Someone who had ahistory.
Fuck, what a dilemma.
I did what I’d originally come up here for, flushed the toilet and thoroughly washed my hands, all of it giving me a little bit more time to think. I’d been up here so long, Georgie would probably be thinking I was sick or something. That I’d managed to give myself food poisoning with my own cooking.
Dragging a hand through my hair, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I had to make a decision, and soon. I trudged back down the stairs into the kitchen. Georgie’s back was to me, her hands plunged into the sink, washing dishes.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I said. “Cleaning up is all part of the service.”
She glanced over her shoulder, hazel green eyes over bright. Was that from all the alcohol? I clocked the whisky on the table by the coffee pot. If I had any more to drink tonight, I wouldn’t be able to function.
“I needed something to do, you were gone so long.”
“Sorry.”
Georgie turned her attention back to the sink. Her hand shook as she took one of the plates from the water and placed it on the side to dry.
I couldn’t let her do any more. Closing the distance between us, I stepped in right behind her and placed my hands either side of her on the edge of the sink, trapping her in place. I let my lips graze the exposed skin on the side of her neck and she let out a sigh and pressed her body back against mine. I smiled into her hair, taking a moment to smell the coconut shampoo she used.
“Georgie,” I whispered, wanting to feel her lips on mine.
Deliberately, she turned around to face me and hooked her arms around my neck. Water from her Marigolds dripped down my back, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was her. Her lips found mine, gently kissing me, then increasing the pressure. Her tongue found a way into my mouth, darting in and out, teasing, tantalising. I slid my hands to her hips, holding her flush against me, fingers bunching up the hem of her dress.
“Alex, we shouldn’t be doing this,” she murmured, deepening the kiss, tits pressing against my chest.
“Shouldn’t we?” I drew back for a moment, fixing my gaze on her. Her pupils were so dark, I could barely see the green iris beneath them. “I don’t see you pushing me away.” It was a challenge. Did she want this as much as I did?
Her answer was to pull me closer again. “Why would I push you away when this feels so good?”
“You know, I don’t have a rubber fetish. Maybe lose the gloves before we go any further?” I smirked.
Georgie laughed and shoved me in the chest, leaving damp marks on my shirt. Obligingly, she pulled off the offending items and dropped them to the floor. Her warm hands cupped my face and drew me back down to her lips again. I couldn’t deny her, I couldn’t get enough. My hands shifted to her arse, tugging her towards me. If we carried on like this, I wasn’t going to be able to hide my hard-on. Georgie moved her fingers to the buttons on my shirt, undoing enough so she could slip her hands inside and onto my skin. The scratch of her nails across my nipples was enough to have me clutching at her arse cheeks to stop me losing it completely.
“Georgie, wait,” I breathed, trying to focus.
She stopped and looked up at me, confusion in her eyes. Before either of us could speak, her phone beeped into life with a notification.
Oh, what perfect fucking timing.
Neither of us moved, frozen as the moment had caught us.
The phone pinged again.
Blowing out a breath, I stepped away from her and grabbed the offending phone from the side. I glanced at the screen where there were two messages from Darcy, one about whether Georgie could help her out in the shop tomorrow and a second which piqued my interest. “Darcy wants to know what you want for your birthday.” My head snapped over to Georgie. “When’s your birthday?”
She moved across the kitchen to grab the phone back, but I stepped away putting it out of her reach. “Soon,” she said, sounding vague. “It’s nothing to make a fuss about.”
I held the hand that contained the phone above my head. “It wouldn’t be right for you to be alone on your birthday. So, we should celebrate. You’ll be what, twenty-seven?” I guessed she was around the same age as me.
Georgie snorted. “As if I’m going to tell you.”
The phone pinged again, and I brought it down to a level when I could read it, but still have it out of Georgie’s reach. “Darcy says you ought to have something special for your thirtieth. Your mum wants to know what she should get you too.” I raised my eyebrows. I would never have her pegged as being almost thirty. She’d been through so much shit lately, she deserved to have something good happen to her on her birthday. Now I just had to find out all the details.
“I could kill Darcy for giving away all my secrets,” Georgie sighed. “Although I suppose she wasn’t to know you’d be the one reading the messages.” She held her hand out. “Now can I have it back so I can give her the appropriate telling off for interrupting her older sister in the middle of a hot make out session?” Georgie emphasised the word ‘older’.
My lips curved. “A hot make out session?”
