Page 30 of Between Now and Forever

Her eyes widen, and her chest rises sharply. She touches her shoulder tracing the path of my fingers, and then continues upward, running her fingers over her throat before they come to rest with a nervous flutter over the exposed skin of her chest.

Oh yeah, this girl is so my type, and whatever hostility she was feeling when I approached, is gone.

I know better. I should stop and say goodnight.

But fuck if I will. I can’t remember the last time I was so attracted to anyone…and it’s not like I can fuck her out here in the open. Just a little longer…My eyes dart to her hands, which have started moving again.

“Is that where you want me to touch you?” I nod at her hand. She’s trailed it back up again, and she’s stroking her jaw.

She swallows and shakes her head yes.

“Come here,” I order gruffly and put my hand out.

“What?” she asks dazedly and stares at my hand.

“You’re fucking sexy, this whole innocent thing is hot.”

“Sexy?”

She looks up at me again. Her face is flushed, and she’s almost panting.

Oh yeah, I’m so into it.

“Come.Here.” I reach for her delicate fine boned hand and take it in mine.

Her eyes hold mine like an azure lasso and for a brief, mad moment I want to tell her how adrift I’ve been.

But there’s nothing better at ruining good chemistry than fucking honesty.

So I put that impulse away and focus on milking every second that my skin is in contact with hers.

I look away from her eyes and focus on how good she feels.

When I link our fingers, she inhales sharply and squeezes my hand.

I drag her to me, wrap an arm around her tiny waist, and pull her body flush to mine. Her free arm loops around my neck and I take advantage of her slightly arched neck to press my nose to the soft skin of her throat and inhale.

She smells like a perfect summer day--sugary lemonade, sunshine, and wildflowers. Her body is so soft and fuck I wish we were inside so I could throw her down on my bed and sink into the softest part of her.

I groan and press a kiss to the spot I just discovered. She tilts her hips forward and brushes against my rock hard erection.

She gasps sharply and pushes away from me so suddenly that I don’t have the chance to think before she’s out of my arms.

She touches the spot I kissed.

“What’s your name?” She searches my face. With parted lips, she asks in a soft voice, full of wonder. I don’t want her to lose that and if she knows my name, she absolutely will.

“Call me whatever you want; it doesn’t matter. Let’s just be whoever we want tonight.”

Some of the light dims in her eyes, but she looks intrigued by my answer rather than deterred.

“I saw you earlier. You looked straight through me.”

I shake my head adamantly. “No way. If I’d seen you, I’d remember.”

“I was dressed differently and I was wearing a long blonde wig.” She says and I take a step back and look her up and down. I can’t imagine her with anything other than the hairstyle on her head.

“Why in the world were you wearing a wig?”

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