Page 41 of Coming Unraveled
Strong hands weave into her long strands of hair, gripping her skull in his grasp; not painfully, but one to control her movements, a feeling she had never imagined embracing again in her life, but with Brooks, it feels different, feels good.
He returns her lick with a nip of his teeth on her plump bottom lip. “Sleeping is the last thing on the list that I want to do with you in that bed.”
Taking her lips as prisoners, he captures them between his forceful mouth and kisses her with every ounce of desire pumping through his blood.
“I don’t want to let you go yet,” he murmurs against her mouth sounding as if he is implying more than just her going to work, before sealing them together once more. Lost in the feel of his kiss his taste and flavor have her craving his hands all over her body.
Some beeping sounds and Everleigh realizes that the alarm sounds on her phone. She jumps away from Brooks as she tries to find it in her bag. “Sorry. I need to go.”
Like a tornado she swirls out of the car, her bag dropping on the ground as she loses her footing and slams the car door, lodging her long skirt inside.
Brooks hurries over to her and rests a hand on her arm then works at tugging the material loose from the vehicle’s hold. Her body instantly relaxes to his touch, his calming presence settling her worked-up state. With the click of a button, he releases the automatic locks on the door and pulls on the handle, her skirt falling like a curtain around her legs.
“Thank you,” Everleigh expresses as she rights her clothing.
Her body stiffens as Brooks’ arm snakes around her waist, stepping into her space. His other hand twines in her hair and he kisses her passionately in the wide-open space of the parking lot for everyone walking by to see. And for the first time, she lets her fear and concern drift away. She doesn’t care what the passersby might say, she only cares that for this short period of time Brooks is hers.
As quickly as he melds their mouths together he just as swiftly takes a small step back and reaches down to grasp the straps of her bag, carelessly spilled on the asphalt. Brooks hefts the canvas into his hold and guides it around her arm, resting it on her shoulder as she looks at him stunned.
“Have a wonderful day, sweetheart.”
With a final peck on her nose, he swats her behind and sends her on her way with a little push.
Everleigh can’t help but think about what an odd morning she seems to be having, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Well, look at you,” Tamara says as Everleigh turns the corner heading towards the back side of the store. “You got laid.”
Heat instantly rises on her cheeks as she remembers the way Brooks feasted on her body the day before and long into the night.
“Oh my gosh, you totally did! I was joking, but oh my gosh, please tell me it was that tall drink of water next door. Please!”
In a moment of clarity, Everleigh turns her head to peek over her shoulder and winks at Tamara as she holds open the door. “Maybe.”
Her employee quickly rushes through the pharmacy and the front end of the store to unlock the door then she proceeds to frantically turn on all the light switches in the same amount of time it has taken Everleigh to drop her purse into her locker and shrug on her white smock.
“Sit. Spill,” Tamara barks as she gleefully claps her hands while rocking on the heels of her glitzed tennis shoes.
Everleigh calmly walks over to the stool in front of her station and sits down to face the computer.
“There isn’t anything to spill.”
“Yes, there is, boss lady,” the tall woman announces as she anchors her hands on her hips.
Everleigh narrows her eyes in false anger as she stares down her employee, “Don’t call me that.”
“I won’t stop until you tell me every juicy morsel.”
A heavy breath expels from Everleigh’s lungs as she peers around her monitor to make sure no customers can overhear. That is the last thing she needs, more fuel to the gossip fire.
“Dr. McCafferty took me home from the wedding and we spent all day and night together. That’s it.”
“So, are you an item? Is he your person?”
“I think so and I don’t know what that means,” she lies; she totally knows the Grey’s Anatomy reference.
“Damn,” Tamara utters as the chime over the door sounds and she goes to take her place at the register.
Everleigh’s chest compresses in a huge whoosh, her body relaxing after the small interrogation.
