Page 37 of No More Bad Boys
Then I realize it was just a gateway drug. Now that I’m hooked, he’s bringing on the fully addictive stuff—longer, wetter kisses that grind and pull and make suggestions I’m all-too-willing to take.
How does he do this to me?
Within a few short minutes, we’ve gone from sweet-goodnight-kiss to I’d-like-to-swallow-you-whole-and-lick-the-plate-clean hunger.
Both of us are breathing rapidly through our noses, and Blake’s hand is caressing from my waist to my ribcage and inching ever higher. I feel like I should slow things down, but my hormones are fighting with my brain cells.
One more minute,they plead.
I have never experienced this sort of pull toward another human being before—everything he does feels amazing, and I can’t get close enough. I want to absorb him.
From beside us, the double-beep of a car security system being activated yanks me out of my sex-merized state.
I pull back, and Blake lifts his head, staring down the guy who had the audacity to park next to us.
At Blake’s threatening glare, the guy quickly turns away and walks up the sidewalk toward my building.
“Parking lots these days—they just don’t afford the privacy they used to,” Blake says. When I laugh softly, he continues, “I hate to say goodnight. Should I come up for a little while?”
And now I’m all the way back in reality.
Taking in Blake’s tempting kiss-swollen lips and sexy-sleepy green eyes, I’m desperately tempted to say ‘yes.’ I don’t want to say goodnight either.
But the distinct possibility of sex ruining things is still there. More importantly, Kenley could be up there, and as much as Blake seems to like me, I still don’t want him to meet her.
Not yet. I mean, if he findsmeattractive, I dread the day he gets a look at my sister.
She’s the A choice and I’m the alternate. She’s the solid object, and I’m the shadow that always follows it.
When Blake sees us standing side-by-side, whatever beauty I may possess will suddenly seem like a pale reflection of Kenley’s. I don’t want to see that “diminishing” effect happen in his eyes. I’m enjoying being the main attraction for once, and I’m not ready for that to end.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I say, settling back into my seat and readjusting my clothes.
Blake nods, immediately accepting my decision. “Right. You’re absolutely right. Too fast.”
He grabs my hand and squeezes it. “You’re just so beautiful and sexy—you make me want things I have no right to want yet.”
Yet.So he wants to keep seeing me.
In confirmation of my thoughts he says, “I’d like to take you out again. If you want to. Maybe next time we could do something that’s actually fun.”
He’s already got me so entranced I’m sort of afraid to see what he’ll come up with when he’stryingto dazzle me.
“Okay,” I say anyway.
Blake’s answering smile is luminous in the dark truck cab. “Great. Tomorrow night?”
“Oh… I really can’t. I have to study the next couple of nights. I have a Circuits and Electronics test on Friday morning.”
“Friday night then? We can celebrate you kicking ass on your test.”
“Okay. Friday night.” I give him a quick peck and slide out of the cab.
At the end of the sidewalk, just before stepping onto the stairs, I look back. Blake is still there in his truck. He lifts a hand and gives me a sweet smile that fries every circuit I have.
Oh my.
The breath leaves my lungs all at once, and my heart flips in a thrilling sensation that logic has no hope of competing against.
