Page 8 of King of Rhythm
I release his dick, though I can’t resist giving it a final squeeze. Swallowing hard, I nod. “You’re right. Rushing things probably isn’t a good idea. I’m sorry.”
His hands run up and down my arms in a soothing caress that does nothing to curb the way my body cries out for him. I wouldn’t be surprised to find that my underwear is soaked completely through.
“No, I’m sorry, Avery. I let things get out of hand. I wanted to take things slowly with you and once I kissed you, I lost my head.”
Biting down on my lower lip, I don’t know what else there is to say.
Thankfully, Bryce seems to know. “When can I see you again?”
“Tomorrow? Dinner at my place?”
He nods, the tension in his face easing. “That would be wonderful.” Slowly, his hands travel up my arms, over my shoulders and along my neck until his palms are framing my face. “Can I kiss you again?” he asks in a husky whisper.
“Please.”
His lips cover mine and while still nice, it’s obvious he’s holding back. I understand why, but after having a taste of his passion, it’s hard not to want more.
When it ends, he waits while I unlock the truck and sees me off. Driving away from him the entire evening suddenly feels like a misty dream and I can’t help wondering if any of it was real.
CHAPTER SIX
AVERY
Over lunch at work the next day, I relay all this to Sarah, carefully edited in spots.
She sits back in the booth at McDonald’s and with wide eyes fans herself. “Woah. I cannot wait to meet this guy. He sounds amazing.”
She’s not wrong.
After I went home last night, I did some thinking, and I realized Bryce was right about putting the brakes on things. If we had slept together, I would constantly be wondering when things would end and if our relationship was just based on sex. Because, yes, we had chatted for weeks before meeting, but obviously we didn’t cover some main things. Or else our heights would have come up and his shorter stature wouldn’t have taken me so by surprise.
I still can’t believe I really thought about walking out on him over it. What does that say about me? Talk about superficial.
But is it really?
Nobody looks twice at a tall guy with a short girl. Well, unless the height difference is that extreme. Even then, it’s just accepted. But a tall girl with a shorter guy? I know all too well the stares and whispers and shudder at remembering my junior prom. Just being by myself, I still get questions about how tall I am and, strangely, if I have any tall brothers. Women are weird.
“And how did you meet him again?”
“Online,” I say, unwilling to admit where exactly online I met him. I’m the youngest member on our bingo team, which doesn’t bother me as it’s a fun group and fills my very basic need for social interaction. Sarah is great and she would happily chat with me in person or on the phone for hours, and that would drive me insane. Especially since she’s a self-proclaimed shopaholic and loves to have someone to drag along on her shopping excursions. I dislike shopping with a passion that rivals her love of it. My motto is ‘get in and get out’. Which is something I strive for every shopping trip while the Mission Impossible theme plays in a loop in my head. My best time was twelve minutes for a full weeks’ worth of groceries.
I’m odd. I get that and embrace it. It’s finding others that can accept my quirks that’s difficult.
Will Bryce be one of those that can? I certainly hope so.
“You should bring him to Jamison’s. Ohhh! What about the end of the month? Everyone in the office is meeting up on that Friday to celebrate Trevor’s promotion.”
Oh, hell no!
Number one, I’m not bringing someone I’m newly dating to one of our after-work happy hours. And number two, the less I see of Trevor’s asshole face, the better.
When Trevor Banks first started working at Anderson and Davis Insurance ten months ago, I foolishly had a crush on him. He’s tall, handsome, and gainfully employed. What’s not to like?
Plenty!
He flirted with all the single girls at the office. Me included. Sadly, unlike the others, I was too stupid to realize what a jerk he was and happily went on a date with him. One where he insulted me all evening long. Apparently, a tall, unattractive girl like me should be so grateful for a scrap of male attention that I should be perfectly happy to blow him in the dirty men’s room of the lousy restaurant he took me to.
When I told him no, he left me with the bill and waltzed out.
