Page 90 of Summer Ever After
Seriously, bro?
I’m starting to get really annoyed with this guy. Jane’s flirty smile pointed at him might have something to do with it.
“I love when a man is so crazy about me that he’s jealous of everyone else who even looks my way, let alone touches me.”
“Is that so?” Dustin weaves his fingers through hers, leaning in even more. He’s literally two inches from Jane’s face. Talk about creepy and awkward.
Jane’s smile grows into something that swirls my stomach with butterflies. Too bad she’s not smiling at me like that. “Maybe we should get out of here.”
Is she insane? The look in Dustin’s eyes says if they get out of here, they’re going hometogether.
I have to stop this, even if it means smacking that over-eager smile off his face.
“I’ll go hand my credit card to the waitress.” He jumps to his feet like a sixteen-year-old kid who’s never taken a woman home before.
Jane smiles up at him, tapping the table with her fingers.
It’s the sign.
I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do. I’ve been so distracted with my own jealousy I forgot to brainstorm how to make Dustin jealous.
I do the only thing I can think of.
I stand, pulling Jane to her feet—pulling her tome.
Her wide eyes are the last thing I see before drawing her mouth to mine.
Jane
It was almost feral, the way Walker moved toward me, dragging me to my feet.
There wasn’t even a moment to react.
His mouth covered mine, and instantly, my body went limp in his arms.
Walker is kissing me.
It’s like my mind can’t keep up.
I feel the urgency in his lips and the force of his hand against my back as it presses my body to his, holding me to him.
The explosion of sparks starts with my lips and then shoots in every direction through my body. That feelingfinally kicks me into gear. I clutch his shirt at his waist and kiss him back.
That’s when things get good.
His fingers dig into my hair, brushing the base of my neck as his lips dictate the pace. I match his frenzied passion with my own heated desire. Everything I’ve ever dreamed, hoped, imagined, wished, and craved between us comes out in my kiss like a broken dam, releasing a million cubic feet of water per second, flooding my body with scorching heat.
It’s one of those desperate, hotter-than-hot, molten-lava kisses you read about in books. The kind of physical tension that’s been building since seventh grade.
AndHoly Hannah!I feel the effects deep in my soul.
Until Walker is ripped from my grasp.
“That’s my girl!” Dustin says as his arm coils back, then plows forward, connecting his fist with Walker’s jaw.
Walker stumbles back in shock, grabbing his face. Mo and the Kokomos stop playing, and the restaurant patrons take a collective gasp.
“Dustin!” I step between them. “What are you doing?”
