Page 4 of Becoming Us
“I’ve only ever known what it’s like to be in a relationship with you,” he said. “Not all of it was great—we both know that—but our affection was never a bad thing. I liked that about us. There was no hiding what we felt.”
It was both again.
“I liked that about us, too, sweetheart. I just figured I had pressured you into it.”
His gaze held mine, sharp and steady, something unspoken hanging in the air. Then, with a small shrug, he let it go. “Well, yeah. You did. I’m not condoning all of it. You were really inappropriate at times.”
A startled laugh burst out of me, loud enough to turn a few heads. Atty smiled shyly as people glanced over at our table.
I calmed just enough to lean in and kiss his cheek. “I love you, Atty.”
It was still awkward after that, but in an enjoyable way. Even with all our history, these were first-date jitters. And I fucking loved it.
I drove him home after dinner, and before he left, he kissed me.
He tried to keep it light. So did I. But then he lingered a little too long.
One kiss melted into the next.
And the next.
And the next.
By the time his tongue brushed over mine, my hands were already tangled in his hair, angling him perfectly. We pressed as close as we could, the sound of our lips parting and catching together echoing through the car. Then somebody groaned—possibly me—and all hell broke loose.
Atty was practically on top of me, and I banged my knee on the steering wheel trying to give him more room. When we finally came up for air, our foreheads stayed pressed together, lips parted and panting.
“Whatever happens, that definitely still works,” I said.
His lips curved. “Definitely.”
My head was a mess. All I could think about was climbing into his lap and shoving my hand down his pants. I couldn’t evenbegin to describe how much I’d missedthatspecific part of his anatomy.
I cleared my throat. “So, I’ll see you on Monday?”
He scanned my face, brows furrowed, clearly confused. “Sure.”
I leaned in, pressing an almost chaste kiss to his lips. “Night, Atty.”
What I was not prepared for was him to send my plan to hell, grabbing my jaw and picking the kiss right back up. If assertiveness was something new about him, I was well and truly fucked.
“We should really knock this off,” I managed to get out.
“Why?” He deepened the kiss and shifted until I was pinned with my back against the door. He took up most of the space behind the wheel. I fucking missed that. He was even bigger now. I wanted to run my hands all over him while he held me down and?—
“Because my head is starting to get really foggy, and when that happens, my self-control goes bye-bye,” I blurted.
He chuckled against my cheek, dragging his lips to my jaw.
I pulled him back to my mouth, shaking my head. “No, no, no. Don’t start kissing my neck. I’ll fucking lose it.”
Atty licked his lips, then kissed me again. Soft.Slow. One after the other, punctuating the words he whispered against my mouth.
“I really missed doing this.”
Kiss.
“I missed your lips.”
