Page 10 of Wrecked
He leans in, and my eyes fall shut. My heart beats double time as his hand reaches into my hair, tugging at the loose strands in the back. Oh, please kiss me. I want him to do it.
His lips land on mine, and I open my mouth for him. That’s all the motivation he needs, before he takes over. Kissing me deeply, his tongue explores my mouth. My body explodes with excitement as he clings tighter to me.
One hand traces my thigh, inching higher and higher up my leg. The other is entangled and twirling around each strand of my long hair. My panties dampen, and he groans long and hard into my mouth. This sexual vibe he emits day after day does things to me. Makes me want to explore new possibilities.
But, I break the kiss, leaning back to open my eyes and catch his lust-filled gaze. He removes his hands from me.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “You taste so damn good.”
“So do you.” I shouldn't be doing this. “I should get going.” I bound off the couch, making my way into the kitchen to grab my purse and keys.
“Wait,” he calls, rushing after me. “I don’t want this to get weird. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
With all of my resolve, I plaster on a fake smile. “It’s fine. Really. Friends.”
After saying goodbye, I rush to my car and haul ass home. I need to think.
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A few days lateras I’m leaving work, Asher invites me to explore the town. Neither of us have mentioned the kiss, and it’s beginning to feel as if it never happened. But, I liked it. I kind of want it to happen again. Especially, after watching him under the hood of that car today. It was so sexy the way his muscles flexed when he was tightening or loosening something. The way his hands got dirtier the longer he worked. I couldn’t look away.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I smile. “Sure, I’d love to hang out,” I say.
“Great. Let me just wash up.” He heads off in the direction of the bathrooms, and I smile at the other guys.
“No cupcakes today?” Hank asks.
“Sorry. I’ll make some tonight.” Once in a while, I bring in cupcakes or other treats. But, these guys are like fiends. They want them every day, and I feel like I’ve turned into Betty Crocker.
I stand and wait for Asher, and my father swings by. “What are you still doing here?”
Oops. “I’m just leaving.” I don’t want my father to know about Asher and I hanging out. I’m not really sure how he’d feel. Ok, not true. He’d be upset.
I head to my car, hop inside and pull out my phone and send a text to Asher.
Me: Meet me down the street at the gas station.
He agrees and I turn my car on and head out.
A few minutes later, Asher pulls up in his black Chevy truck. I hop into the passenger side, and he sets off into town.
“Anything you want to see?” he asks.
“I know the lighthouses are nice. We could stop by one.”
“Ok.” He flips the music on, and I sink back into the upholstery of the seat, gazing out the window.
I spot a little antique shop. “Oh can we stop in?” I ask.
“Uh, sure.” He swings the truck into a parking space, and we both get out.
I’m excited. I used to go antique shopping with my grandmother. We step inside the store, and I look around. The old tables and hutches grab my attention, and I move toward them.
Asher slides his hands in his pockets as he follows after me.
“Fascinating, right?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “Meh.”
