Page 20 of One Hundred Lights
“Mmm.”
“Open your eyes.” I need her to look at me. Know how fucking incredible she is.
Her eyes flutter open and she comes to life, closing the remaining inches between our bodies, pulling me in by my waist so our pelvises press together. I breathe in sharply.
“I need you to kiss me right now, Adrian. Don’t make me beg.”
Without hesitation, I kiss her lips. Nothing has ever felt as right as this moment. The room spins lazily with our lips pressed together, as if I’m tipsy, and I know with certainty that I could stand here in this basement for the rest of my life kissing this woman.
She leans into my mouth and flicks her tongue onto mine, driving me wild and causing my cock to immediately harden. She pulls away and stares at me with hooded eyes and a sexy, lazy smile on her lips.
“Fuck, Britt,” I say. I’ve lost any cool I ever had. How could I have ever questioned my feelings for her? I wish I could go back to that night in the airport and kiss her. Just like this. I know why I didn’t. If we had done it that way, I would have lost her. I know Britt. She didn’t want anything to happen. Kissing her back then would have been the wrong way on so many levels.
“I’ve thought about kissing you more than I’d like to admit,” she murmurs. Her lips are extra red. But when I move in to kiss her again, she leans away. I take a few beats to attempt to calm down with deep breaths, but it’s hopeless.
“Adrian,” she says like it’s a prayer.
And maybe it is. Maybe she’s asking for help, for guidance. Maybe she’s still trying to resist this thing between us.
I don’t move my hand from where it’s buried in her hair. “These past few days, Britt, they’ve been so incredible, and I’ve...”
“Britt?” A voice calls from just up the stairs and Britt steps back abruptly, breaking our physical contact.
“Yeah?” she squeaks. “We, uh, can’t use the closet. It’s too gross.”
Liz appears at the bottom of the stairs, tilting her head and taking in the scene with raised eyebrows.
“You don’t want the other bins brought down here?” A small, curious smile crosses her face.
Britt shakes her head and won’t look at me. “No. We’re coming up with this one now.”
“Okay.” Liz takes one last look back and forth between us and heads up the stairs.
“That was close.” A chuckle escapes my mouth when we’re alone.
Britt turns to me, her cheeks red, lips redder, half-smiling.
“Let’s go upstairs.”
I follow her back through the basement with the bin positioned in front of me like a shield.
Somehow, Britt’s got me wrapped right around her little finger.
And god help me, I’ll follow her anywhere.
9
BRITT
“Can you help me get the bins to my house?”
“Huh?” Though we’re back in the gym, Adrian still looks dazed from our kiss in the basement. Who knows what could have happened if Liz hadn’t interrupted us? What would he have said? What wouldIhave said?
Dingy basement or not, I would’ve agreed to anything he asked of me.
I don’t know what he feels, but I’m not planning on telling him I’m madly in love with him. I know he wants me, physically at least. I could feel it when we danced behind the curtain. When we kissed in the basement.
“Can you help me? Load them into my car?” I nod at the stack of bins filled with lights and decorations. “And into my house?”
