Page 55 of Waiting Forever
Her lips curve with a triumphant smile. “It’s perfect then.”
“Why are you doing this?” I touch her hair and step closer, my head low, my gaze all over her.
She inhales an uneven breath, the way she always does when I touch her.
A fire erupts inside me.
“Why are you chugging vodka?” Her ocean-blue eyes hold mine.
“I hurt my hand.” I raise the one with the towel wrapped around my knuckles.
She gasps and takes it in her gentle fingers. “What happened?”
“It’s nothing.” I lower my forehead to touch hers. “Don’t go out with this guy.” I caress her hip with my good hand.
“Why?” she breathes and closes her eyes.
“Because…” I brush my lips across her cheek.
“Because why?” she whispers in my ear and lays her hand on my chest.
Heat burns through my shirt. The last time she touched my chest was in the Jacuzzi and I pushed her away. Not this time. I back her up until she meets the wall.
“Nathan? Talk to me. What’s going on?” She slides her hand up to my neck and cups the back.
Desire races through me, and I don’t have the will to fight it anymore. Not tonight. Not when she’s dressed like a fucking dream. Not when every cell in my body craves her. My dick swells in my jeans.
Unable to resist, I nip at her plump bottom lip. “Fuck. You taste good. Sweet as candy.”
She sighs and arches her back, leaning into me. I let go of the towel around my hand and grip her hips, holding her to me so she can feel how hard I am.
Her breath hitches, and her mouth seeks mine.
I devour her lips, entranced by her taste and sexy sounds. Her tongue meets mine willingly, and she’s right. We fit. I didn’t want to admit it before, denying the truth even to myself. I’ve kissed more girls than I can count and not one of them matched my style and rhythm the way Kensington does. It’s like coming home.
She hooks her arms around my neck and clings to me like she needs me to stand. Maybe she does. I deepen the kiss, my tongue thrusting into her mouth, and push her against the wall as I wedge my thigh between her legs.
Her dress rises and she moans into my mouth.
I slide my hand up her smooth thigh to her ass, and holy fuck, she’s naked. I tear my lips from hers. “You’re not wearing underwear.”
“Is that a problem?” she asks, her voice breathy, her eyelids heavy with her desire.
“Yes,” I bark. “You were going commando on a first date. I’m not okay with that.”
“And I’m not okay with you stopping kissing me.” She grabs my shirt. “Come back.”
I stand my ground. “Were you going to sleep with him? On the first date?”
“No,” she snaps. “I didn’t want a panty line to show through the dress. It’s no big deal. I’ve gone commando before. I didn’t have panties on at my birthday. You would have found out had you stuck around.”
“How many times are you going to throw that in my face?” I remove my thigh from between her legs and make sure she’s steady before stepping back. “Our parents were there. If they had seen me touching you the way I was, our dads would have kicked me out and kicked my ass. You know they would have.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” She straightens from the wall and tugs down the hem of her dress. “I won’t bring it up again. I promise.”
The doorbell chimes.
Fuck.I pinch the bridge of my nose. Either it’s Harper or Kensington’s date. Neither are good. If it’s Harper, I’m ignoring her. I told her not to come and that I wouldn’t be here. My car is parked in the garage. She won’t know whether I’m home or not and, frankly, it’s none of her business anymore.
