Page 94 of Wild Eyes
It’s hard to get a word in edgewise. Eventually, we finish breakfast, and I send them off to get dressed.
Then it’s just Skylar and me, staring at each other from across the kitchen table.
“I’ll get this cleaned up,” she announces before pushing to stand, taking her plate with her to the counter.
I watch her round ass move with every step, and my control snaps. I’m up and across the kitchen, pressed close to her in a matter of seconds.
I lean my front against her back because I just can’t help myself. My arms cage her in on both sides. “Skylar, what are you playing at?”
My lips dust across the shell of her ear, and she shivers before placing the plate on the counter and spinning on me.
Skylarki places her palms against my chest and gives me an uninspired shove. “I could ask you the same thing.” Her eyes flash, and a hint of betrayal resides there. Sure, she’s teased me all morning, but I can read those hazel irises clear as day. They’re the window into her soul—her mind—and I know what she’s thinking.
That I wasn’t honest with her.
And maybe I wasn’t, but goddamn it, I’ve known this woman for the blink of an eye. I’ve shared more with her than I have with anyone.
I wrap my fingers around her waist and lift her easily up onto the counter, stepping in close to stand between her open legs.
Our eyes lock as we face off. The energy between us is electric. And definitely notfriendly.
“Are you a fan, West?” her velvety voice taunts.
I chuckle, spreading my palms on her bare thighs. My hands slide up, fingertips toying with the bottom hem of her shorts, and she lets out a breathy little gasp. I groan at the sound, at the sight of my hands on her. In a flash, I’m back in that canoe. Possessing her.
“Were you ever planning on coming clean?”
Clean. It’s as though she thinks she’s a dirty secret. That I’d be embarrassed for liking her.
But I’m not.
“There’s nothing dirty about being your number-one fan, Skylar. And mark my words, I am. I’m fan enough to be the only person who gives you what you really need—space, friendship—no matter how much it’s killing me.”
She sucks in a sharp breath.
“What I really want to tell you is that I’m a fan of you in my shirt,” I breathe out against her damp lips. Restraint shot, I nip at her jawline. “I’m a fan of you in my house.” My lips travel to her neck.
Her head tilts and her legs widen further, offering me better access.
“I’m a fan of you in my lap.” My hands glide under the fabric, and I squeeze the sides of her bare ass as I bite down on the crook of her neck. “And once we have this place to ourselves,” I murmur against her skin, “I’m gonna be a big fan of you in my bed.”
“Fuck.”The single word escapes her on a breath, and I drag my mouth over her collarbones.
“And then I’ll be a big fan here.” I tug her closer, kneading her ass as her legs wrap around my waist. “On the kitchen counter.”
Her fingers trail up the back of my neck, slipping through my close-cut hair. Tipping my head up as her mouth angles over mine.
“I’ll make such a fucking mess of you that I’ll have to be a fan in the shower too.”
“West…I thought we were taking a breather.”
“Right, but the week is almost up.” I drop my lips closer to hers, watching her eyes heat as I do. “Then this fucking breather is over. You can go ahead and breathe through your nose because this mouth will be busy.”
She flushes, teeth pressing down on her lip. “That’s not really what I meant by a breather.”
“Breathing is overrated. I’d rather be drowning in you.”
Her hands tug me closer, and our lips press together. Hard. Fast. Desperate. It doesn’t last. It can’t, not with the kidsstomping around upstairs. But she pours herself into it all the same. We kiss until we’re breathless.
