Page 35 of Good Vibes Only
“Thanks. And by the way, could you please stop calling it a sex store?” I asked. “I prefer ‘adult boutique.’ If we’re going to be friends, I’d like it if you used the right terminology.”
He snickered. “Friends, huh? Is that all we’ll be?”
“And that’s only if you play your cards right.”
He stepped closer, the space between us shrinking.
“See, I was thinking if I played my cards right, we could bemorethan friends,” he said.
I fluttered my eyes at him—but secretly, I have to admit, I liked his persistent flirting. And I liked feeling trapped, with my back against the railing and his strong arms on either side of me, nowhere to go.
“Like what?” I asked, pretending to be annoyed.
“Who knows.” Slowly, he ran his big hand gently up my arm. “We could see where things go.”
I laughed and pushed his hand away. “Nope. Sorry. I don’t mess around with fuckboys, Brett.”
But he couldn’t keep his hands off me for long. His hand gently grazed my side as it found its way to the small of my back. He asked, innocently, “Fuckboy? Who says I’m a fuckboy?”
I pointed squarely at him. “You,” I said, and gave his sternum a poke. I’d never felt such a strong chest before—I could feelmountainsof muscle through his sexy button-down shirt …
“Me?” He laughed. “I’ve never once claimed to be a fuckboy. That shit’s cheesy.”
“That’s just the thing, though—you don’t have to claim it. It’s claimed you. It’s written all over your aura.”
“Nah,” he said. “I’m too short to be a fuckboy, Mac.”
He gently pulled me closer into his thick arms and warmth. I rest my palms on his jutting chest, as if I wanted to keep the distance between us—but it wasn’t long before his muscles coaxed my hands lower. I ran my fingers lower, discreetly tasting every ridge and crevice etched into his taut abdomen.
“You’re not too short at all,” I said softly.
“No?” he asked, his hands going to my hips, his pupils darkening.
A tense, thrumming energy danced between our bodies. I could feel his desire growing; he wanted me,neededme. A warmth inside me began to tighten and throb. I wanted him just as badly.
“No,” I said, my eyes locked on his. “Fuckboys come inallshapes and sizes.”
“You’re so body positive,” he gently teased.
“And you’re such a fuckboy,” I teased back.
“Am not,” he whispered, still denying it, even as he cupped my cheek and slowly leaned in.
“Are too,” I whispered, still pretending I didn’t like it, even as my lips, anticipating his, began to part.
All I saw was fireworks when Brett’s lips gently met mine, and the taste of him filled my senses for the very first time. We kissed quietly, careful not to make a sound other than the softsmacksof our locking lips, while his friends, still lounging around the firepit, bantered and laughed in the distance. It struck me as funny that the two of us could share such a private moment, totally alone, with so many people nearby who had no idea.
His tongue searched the bottom curve of my lip. I gave him what he was looking for and melted in his mouth. I hadn’t expected him to be such a sensuous kisser, nor for me to get so swept up in the moment. But he wrapped his strong arms around me, and I let myself get lost in the moment, safe and secure in those strong arms, and he deepened our kiss beneath the star-studded sky.
He grazed my neck with his mouth, and his hands began to slide up my torso, reaching higher, until—
“Ahem.” The sound of somebody clearing their throat jerked me back to reality. And this somebody was only a few feet away.
Crap, how long has she been there?!I wondered.
Andyeah,I already knew who it was and I knew I was going to be eating a lot of crow on the ride home tonight …
Brett and I stopped kissing, an embarrassed heat rushing into my cheeks. For a moment or two I was content to hide my face in his chest; I didn’t want to pull away, didn’t want this moment to end, and most certainlyof all, didn’t want to face the music.
