Page 51 of Wild For You
“Here I am. You found me,” she whispered, reaching high to wrap her arms around my neck.
She met my lips in a subtle kiss before pulling back slightly.
“Did you find what you needed?” I asked her as I moved my lips to her jaw, trailing kisses across her soft skin.
“Mmhm.…”
“Good. You know, ever since I was in eighth grade, I’ve always had a fantasy about making out in the dark stacks of a library.”
“Well, we’re in a bookstore,” she pointed out teasingly as she pressed her hips against me. And I knew she could feel my stiffening cock against her belly.
“Same difference.”
“Andin front of a window,” she added with a giggle.
“Fine.” I faked being put out, and she used her hand to pull me down for another kiss, this one more heated than the last.
Her tongue dueled with mine as my arm around her waist held her tightly against me. Kelsey’s moans of desire wrapped around us like a blanket until I could hardly hear anything but her and my own heart pounding.
I wasn’t sure how long we stood in the middle of the erotic romance section, kissing like a couple of teenagers, when a cough sounded, and a gruff female voice called out, “Excuse me. Can I help either of you find anything?”
Kelsey jumped back and used my body as a shield, while I turned to face the old bookstore worker.
“No, ma’am, we’re all good,” I assured.
With narrowed eyes, she replied, “It seems that way. We can ring you up at the counter.”
“Great. We’ll be there shortly.”
As she shuffled away, I heard her say, “Kids these days,” before she disappeared around the corner, making me laugh at the idea of someone still seeing me as a kid.
When I turned back around to check on Kelsey, her face was the same shade as the shelf of red-colored spines behind her.
“Oh my gosh, that was so embarrassing.”
“Calm down, it’s fine,” I told her as she mumbled to herself, fidgeting with the bottom of her cardigan.
“Everyone is going to know me as the woman who made out with an Easterly in the naughty-book section of the bookstore,” she whined, like it was the worst thing possible.
“Thanks.”
“Ugh. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that the Ashfield grapevine is legendary, and I didn’t want my first impression to be so… carnal.”
“Oh, sweetheart. I can guarantee it won’t be the first time you’ll be mentioned. If you haven’t been already.”
“What?” she said, shocked, like she didn’t know every mother with a single son had been scoping her out since she first visited, and now that she was single, she was the newest eligible bachelorette in town.
Well, until we made things official between us. Neither of us had denied the title when Dr. Heller called me her boyfriend, and she hadn’t made a joke about it afterward. But it was still something that needed to be clarified, so there was no question about what we wanted.
“Gossip isn’t really my thing. You’ll have to ask Rory about it. Or my mom. She’s the first to know everything.”
Suddenly, her demeanor changed, and she gripped my forearm. “Do you think she knows about the baby?” she whispered.
Probably. Not just because one of my sisters added a pregnancy test to my shopping basket, and another gave me the number to her OBGYN, but because anyone who saw Kelsey walking into the clinic this morning probably said something to someone. Especially by walking in with “Marisol’s boy.”
News traveled fast, but in Ashfield, it was at lightning speed.
I leaned against my crutch and let my hand cover hers. “If she knows, I can guarantee she won’t say anything to you or anyone else without you mentioning it first.”
