Page 29 of Connected By Stars
“Is this a regular problem you have?” I stare at him, trying not to laugh as his eyes darken, and he takes a step toward me.
“No, it’s not a fucking problem I have. It’s never happened before, no thanks to you.”
“Me? What has your problem got to do with me?”
“Because I couldn’t get you out of my fucking head. Her body wasn’t yours.” He steps closer to me, and I back up, hitting the side of my Jeep. “Her smell wasn’t you. She wasn’t…fucking…you,” he breathes inches away from me. “You’ve been driving me insane lately, and I don’t know what to do about it.”
My chest rises and falls faster with each word he says. I reach out and run my hand over his chest. His wet shirt is clinging sinfully to his body. His breathing increases as I touch his abs. He grabs both my wrists and puts them above my head against the door.
“You love playing with fire, don’t you,” he whispers in my ear before taking it between his teeth.
I squirm against him, wanting to feel him where it aches. He softly laughs in my ear.
“What am I going to do with you?” He pulls back to look at me and searches my eyes like he’s trying to get a better understanding of what we both are feeling right now. “The things you do to me,” he murmurs before claiming my lips with his.
His tongue finds mine greedily as we deepen the kiss. I want to touch him, but he’s got a strong hold on my wrists, keeping me at his mercy. His mouth trails down my neck, and he licks andsucks the rain off of me. I moan when he sucks hard on my neck. He lets go of my wrists, and I immediately run my hands under his shirt, feeling his back.
He moans into my mouth when I rake my fingernails over his hard muscles. Pressing himself against me, I feel how aroused he is as he grabs the back of my knee and lifts my leg, giving him better access to where I’m aching the most. His hand goes in my hair, grasping hard in desperation as his mouth hungrily eats me up before he finally pulls away. We both are breathing hard and trying to reign in our emotions.
“You are going to be the death of me,” he says in a low voice.
“At least we know you don’t have yourproblemwith me.” I giggle.
“No, it’s way worse. I havethisproblem 24/7 with you.” He presses against me to show me just how much of a problem he has. I bite my lip and stifle a moan. His eyes darken. “You don’t know what that does to me,” he rasps out. Leaning forward, he releases my bottom lip with his teeth before tracing it with his tongue.
He puts his forehead to mine. “I should be staying away from you before the wedding,” he murmurs, “but I can’t seem to.”
“Then don’t,” I whisper.
“We both know we can’t go any further before the wedding,” he says in a pained voice. “I can’t sneak around behind Noah’s back and risk him finding out. Not to mention the guilt I will feel. Once the wedding is over, we can talk and see where we both are at before saying anything to Noah and Sophia.”
“Okay,” I nod. I could wait if it meant he was willing to try. My eyes go wide as I back my head away and look up at him. I can’t believe I forgot. “You didn’t explain what happened lastnight. You have a date next weekend with Sara, and you’re taking her to the wedding.”
“Oh, that. I did go to Joe’s last night, but only because I didn’t trust myself to sleep so close to you and not try anything. My apartment sounded lonely, so I went to drink you out of my head. I saw Sara there, and we started talking, and before I knew it, I had told her all about you. I asked her to the wedding as a friend, knowing she wouldn’t expect anything from me.
“In exchange for helping me out, I agreed to be her date for her business party because her ex will be there, and she wants to make him jealous. She offered to drive me home because I was so drunk, and my ID must have fallen out of my wallet.” He shrugs his shoulders and grins.
Sara’s just a friend. My heart does a little happy dance.
“If I hadn’t known you my whole life and already trusted you, I would think this sounds like some weird made-up story to cover your butt.”
“It’s true, I swear.” He laughs and holds up his hands. “Get your stuff out of the car so you can get inside and take a hot shower. We’ve been standing in this rain forever, and I don’t want you getting sick.”
Laughing, I open my Jeep and get my bag before we walk to my front door and stand under the overhang. “You sound like our moms. Don’t you remember the hours we would spend in the rain together?”
“Yeah, I remember. Luckily you didn’t have boobs at that age, or I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate.” He glances down again at my wet t-shirt that’s clinging to me and grins wickedly before bringing me closer to him. “I think you need one more reminder before tomorrow night’s date. We wouldn’t want you to forget.” I drop my bag on the floor as he captures my lips with his. He goes slower with this kiss, like he’s savoringevery second. I thread my fingers in his hair and hear him groan as I pull him closer to me. I will never get enough of this.
Pulling back, he grins at me. “That was for you to think about when you’re with Logan tomorrow night. Make sure to tell him I said hi.”
“Oh, would you stop.” I laugh and lightly hit his arm. “What am I supposed to do now? I’ve already said yes because you told me to, by the way.”
“If I remember correctly, I told you I didn’t want you to go when we were at the restaurant, but you said yes anyway. Then, I told you to go at the bonfire. I didn’t feel I had any right to ask you to cancel when I couldn’t promise anything more.” He rubs his hands over his face. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, especially since I’ve practically dedicated my whole life to keeping boys away from you, but go have fun tomorrow. You need a date for the wedding, and he could turn out to be a good friend. Just don’t sleep with him. I would hate for one of my customers to go missing.”
“I’m not going to sleep with him,” I say, laughing.
“Good. Because I’m starting to like how the wayyou’re minesounds,” he says in a low voice.
“I like the way that sounds, too,” I whisper.
