Page 7 of Shake Your Love
Before I can say a word, the colorful waitress pulls a vanishing act. Pulsing with bravado, with drops of hope for a new me, a new life, I cross the distance between us. Grabbing hold of his apron, I yank him across the counter, slamming my mouth against his. Letting out the sexiest sound I have ever heard, his hands circle my waist, and he yanks me over the counter.
Tilting his head, he licks my mouth, and I whimper as my knees give out. His arm bands across my back to hold me, his tongue lashing mine until I am breathless. His other hand lifts to tangle in my hair, pulling gently. This sends a bolt of pleasure right between my legs and I cry out as he pulls back.
“Jesus, baby,” he hums against my lips, licking them again. “Never tasted anything as good as you taste, Paige,” he grumbles roughly, my thighs rubbing at the dirty thoughts those words fill my head with.
“Why didn’t you kiss me again, Pierce? Or call me?”
“Because...I... I thought I screwed up. Thought you didn’t want me to kiss you, Paige.”
Staring up at him from beneath my lashes, I smile. “I do. Kiss me again, Pierce.”
His blue eyes, the color of the ocean I decide, light up. Sliding his hands into my hair, he pulls tightly, angling my head just so. Lowering his head, his eyes close as he brushes his mouth against mine. It is sweet, soft, slow, just how I think he would make love to me. Gentle touches, lingering kisses, takinghis time with me the way I want him to.
“I would kiss you all damn day if I could, Paige. I can’t because,” he glances past me, clearing his throat. “The Sherriff is waiting for his lunch. Might throw me in a cell if I go on kissing you the way I want to, baby.”
Flushing hot, I turn to see a stout man in a dark blue uniform watching us. No way man, we’ve been caught! Taking a hat off his head, the sheriff cocks his head as if to say,“are you serious?”. Giggling, I back away fast, wiping at my lips we break apart.
“Not so fast,” Pierce states with a chuckle, pulling me back. “Go out with me tonight, Paige. I will take you out somewhere nice.”
“Yes, I want to see you tonight. We don't have to go anywhere. I just want to see you,” pushing closer, I whisper against his mouth, hoping no one else can hear. “Might just let you kiss me the way you want to.”
Pierce laughs and nods, letting me go at last. Clearing my throat, I playfully salute the officer before I round the counter. The colorful waitress, Imelda her tag says, winks at me as she passes, making my face flush. Like, how much of a show must we have just put on?
Almost skipping outside, I fall into my little pink bug with a thud. Laughing, I crank the radio as I pull from the diner, my lips still burning. It has been a long time since I have felt so good. If I have to think about it, I admit I might have never felt this good before.
Growing up with all the advantages, all the choices I had, makes me appreciate this. I am still figuring myself out, still finding where I belong and what I want out of life. Things I never took time to question before. Now I am wondering what kind of teacher I will, what kind of woman I will become, and now evenwhat kind of girlfriend or lover I will be.
“I never really cared until I met you,” I sing along with the Heart song humming through the speakers. “And now it chills me to the bone!”
This song is the soundtrack for my trip through Pine Grove. I am in good spirits, thrilled about my new life here, and anxious to see Pierce tonight. At my new place, I dance around to a mix of Heart and Tiffany songs as I prepare for my big night. I have never been so excited for a date.
Considering my last date was going with my best friend’s cousin to junior prom, I have little experience. Being a bit sheltered might have saved me from some heartache but it also kept me from living my own life. Getting away from my family was not because I don’t love them or think they love me. It was simply because it was time for me to break free of my shelters.
This date with Pierce might lead to nothing. He could be a jerk. We could be like total opposites who have nothing to talk about. He sure doesn’t kiss like a jerk. Plus, we had plenty to talk about the night he fed me and Frenchie. It could be the start of a great love affair—or nothing at all.
All that matters is I have a date with a guy who kisses like a dream, cooks like a magician, and looks like a rockstar.
Chapter Five
Pierce
Where do you take the girl of your dreams on a first date?
To be fair, I can’t know for sure Pierce is my dream girl. If I had a list, I think she would check off all the boxes. Beautiful? Check. Funny? Check. Sweet? Check. Tastes sweeter than my sweetest strawberry tart? Check, check, check.
Watching her storm into the diner determined anddevastatinglybeautiful, might have changed my entire life. It was the kiss of a lifetime. I heard horns, saw angels, and felt my world tilt on its axis. All I have been able to think about is kissing her again. And again.
After I kissed her that night at my place, I thought I had screwed up. Read her signals wrong or said something wrong. Whatever I had done had changed the mood, so I thought I had blown my chances with her. Not that I had truly believed I had any chances with her.
“Gotta be positive dude,” Brenden declares as he watches me pull out clothes from my closet. “Got to tell yourself you’re getting the girl.”
Sending a look at him, I frown. Easier said than done if you ask me. “You can say that—you got the girl. Never would have guessed you and Blair would hook up. Should have known since you wanted her, like what, our entire lives?”
Grinning at me as he glances at the ring on his finger, he nods. “Yeah, pretty much our whole lives. We’re going to have one hell of a story to tell our kids, huh? Well, kids, she was my dad’s wife until she was my wife.”
Laughing, I shake my head at his light heartened joke. “For sure one hell of a story, dude. Who marries their stepmom? Guess it is the 80s, anything goes, right? If you find the rightone, you do something about it. Even if she was married to your old man,” I tease him, laughing when he flips me the bird.
“They got divorced first, dude. Like, duh. Should of been me she married in the first place anyway. Dinner at the holidays will be weird.”
