Page 58 of Catching Our Moment
He pulled back slightly, one side of his mouth tilting up. “You mean, all I would’ve had to do to win an argument with you was find the courage to kiss you. Man, what a coward I’ve been.”
“Dawson, we should go inside,” I said, glancing over to the back door leading into my side of the house. I feared the moment disappearing as we stepped into the house and back to reality, but I didn’t want to risk Aaron seeing us.
“Dawson?” He reared back and led me back through the door.
I shrugged. “Seems like the moment called for something more than just Shaw. The world calls you Shaw.” What I didn’t say was that I didn’t want to be like everyone else. I stared at those beautiful, reddened lips, wanting to feel them again. “How much have you had to drink tonight, anyway?”
His smile was infectious, and my libido was telling my doubts to shut the hell up. “I’m not drunk, Kelce. I may have needed a little liquid courage to finally kiss you, but trust me, I’m completely sober now.”
My smile was unrestrained as I said, “Then let’s do that some more…” I shrugged awkwardly. “You’re pretty good at it.”
He swept me up in his one good arm, pivoted, and sat on the sofa with me in his lap, mischief and seduction warring in his expression. “Honey, you never have to ask. Just grab me anytime, anywhere, and I promise I will do my best.”
We touched and explored each other as much as we could in that position. He ran his hands over my calf, traveling up my leg to push my dress up just enough to touch the backside of my thigh. All the while, he was kissing behind my ear and down my throat, sending waves of heat through me.
“SHAW!” a deeper male voice shouted as he stomped through the front door. Being a small duplex, it wasn’t like there was much of a foyer. So, no matter how fast Shaw was or how quickly I scrambled to get out from under him, there was no way we could stop Dylan from getting an eyeful of the two of us scrambling to break apart from each other. Instead, we wrestled to stand and knocked each other down in the process.
Shaw pushed up with his hand tangled in my hair. I pulled my leg up into his stomach and my forehead into his jaw. We both got our feet on the ground and tried to stand, only to trip over our legs, and grabbing each other for balance, we both fell to the floor. Shaw wrapped his arm around me, shifting so he was on the bottom. He let out a groan of pain as I fell on top of him, undoubtedly tweaking his shoulder.
“Oh, my God. Shaw? Are you okay?” I said, pushing up on my hands, which happened to be braced on both of his shoulders.
He let out another groan. “Shoulder, Kelce…”
I straddled his body to remove both offending hands, horrified that I was causing him pain.
He threw his head back and stared up at Dylan, who was hovering over us. “Well, well, what is going on here?”
I shifted to face Dylan. “What the hell are you doing here?” I said, in an echo of years past, to Shaw’s annoying little brother.
Shaw let out another groan and grabbed my thighs. I liked having his hands on me. Dylan needed to leave.
“I could say the same for you, Kelcie. I thought you were on a date.”
I shifted again, and Shaw’s hands tightened.
I stared down at him under me. His eyes were closed, and he was pinching the bridge of his nose. “What? What did I do now?” I asked.
“Get out,” he gritted to Dylan. His voice dropped, then he said to me, “Kelcie, darling, please sit still.”
“Am I hurting you?”
He cleared his throat. “Not exactly…” He glanced down at the area of the body I straddled, and well, I saw what my shifting had accomplished.
Heat flooded through me, and my cheeks burned with embarrassment, desire, impatience…
Dylan let out a low chuckle. “Oh, I don’t think so. I think I want to find out what this”—he darted his finger between the two of us—“is all about.”
Nervously, I shifted again. Shaw’s hands were vise grips on my thighs as he gritted his teeth. “What the hell do you think is happening? You are being a pain in the ass with absolute shit timing. That’s what is happening. Now get the hell out of here.”
Dylan’s smile widened astronomically. “Well, hell. It’s about time.” He took a step back. “Here I was, coming over to console you over your break-up, but I see Kelcie has that well in hand.” Dylan pulled out his phone and was typing. “Unfortunately, I owe Wyatt. I really thought you’d dick around at least until after Thanksgiving. But then Grace told me about Kelcie’s date, and I was afraid you’d grow some balls and finally do something.”
“Get. The. Hell. Out.”
“I’m going, I’m going.”
Dylan turned to the door and put the phone to his ear, “Hey, yeah, Wyatt, tell Grace to pay up. I caught them red-handed.” Dylan looked back over his shoulder with a knowing smirk. “Wyatt told me to apologize for rudely crashing in on you, but…” He threw his hands in the air like a referee signaling a field goal, closed the door behind him, and shouted, “FINALLY!”
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