Page 6 of False Start
“I mean… it would be a shame to waste this fake date. We can go back to being strangers in the morning, but for tonight…” I let the implication dangle. His eyes darkened, and a responding thrill raced through my body as he closed the space between us.
“A one-night stand to add authenticity to our fake relationship, then back to our own lives tomorrow. Is that what you’re proposing, princess?”
A sassy reply sat on the tip of my tongue, but his proximity stole the breath from my lungs. I licked my lips, lifting my chin in agreement.
The smile that broke across his face was both thrilling and a little terrifying as he swept my hair back and cupped my nape in one large palm.
“Then I should probably start by knowing what you taste like.” Keeping his grip gentle, he tilted my head and planted his lips against mine. They were softer than I expected. Pillowy and warm and the perfect pressure as they molded against my own like they belonged there. His other hand slid over my hip andaround to the small of my back, and a whimper worked its way up my throat as he pulled me tightly against his firm body.
The moment was wonderful, perfect, and I needed more.
His collar crinkled beneath my fist as I pulled myself up to my tiptoes, licking at his mouth to encourage him to open for me. An amused hum was all the warning I had before he took back control. A sharp tug at my scalp sent a shiver of lust through me as he fisted my hair, plunging his tongue into my mouth in a possessive sweep that weakened my knees and dampened my panties.
More. I needed more.
Smoothing a hand over his wide chest, I vaguely noted the crazy firm muscle underneath before easing down over his abs. This man was going to devastate me in the best way, and the sooner we started, the better it was going to feel. As my fingers brushed his belt buckle, I wanted to cheer, but in the next moment, I was grasping at nothing. Cold air filled the space he’d put between us.
“What…?” My mind was slow coming back online. Lust clogged my mental gears as if my brain was filled with cotton candy.
Weston raked a hand through his hair, the other positioned in front of his crotch as he glanced around at… the very public place we stood in.
Oh.
“If we go any further, we’re going to get arrested for public indecency,” he said, his flushed face indicating he had been as caught up in the moment as I was.
“I suppose we should probably find somewhere a little less public if we want to get more indecent, then.”
Weston breathed out a hard curse, his eyes dancing with something that could have been amusement.
“You’re something else, you know that?”
I shrugged. Something about him put me at ease. Maybe it was the fact he’d helped me out today. Maybe that we’d agreed to tonight only.
Either way, I was embracing the time we had. The problem was logistics.
As though he read my mind, Weston fished his cell from his pocket, casting a quick glance at me before clicking away at the screen.
Finally, I’d found a flaw in this beautiful man. He kept the keyboard noises on. I bet he didn’t keep his cell constantly on silent, either.
Oh god. Maybe he answered every time it rang, too.
Before I could overwhelm myself with catastrophic phone faux pas, Weston squeezed my hand.
“I have an idea. Give me just a second.” He lifted the device to his ear and stepped away.
“Hey, man. Can I ask a favor?”
His conversation was short, and a moment later, he came striding back with a smile.
“My friend has a place nearby we can borrow.” He paused, studying my face as though he could read my thoughts through sheer force of will.
“Unless you’ve changed your mind?”
“Do you keep your cell on silent? Or are you an assigned ringtone kind of guy?”
“Both.” His lip twitched.
“How…? You know what? Never mind. Let’s go to your friend’s sex dungeon.” I took the lead back toward the road as Weston doubled over with a coughing fit.
