Page 45 of Falling for Red
“Um, wow,” I managed after a few seconds of shameless drooling.
He steps closer, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Should I sign it for you?”
I press my back against him, turned on. I should tell him I want him to recreate the pose instead. But I don’t.
“How did you do on the mission?” Jake asks, and I bite back a laugh. He squeezes my hips, turning me to face him. “I hope the girl with the really annoying voice didn’t end up with that guy who was into the other girl.”
“You were actually watching it?” I giggle. “No, they didn’t end up together. But I didn’t finish the season. I read after my bath.”
“After?”
“Reading before wasn’t working. My mind was stuck on everything that’s happened these last couple of days.” I take a sip of my drink. “Are you serious about coming over and giving me a kiss every night?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asks, like I just asked something crazy.
“It’s … a lot.”
“How? We live less than ten minutes from each other.”
He would be a good boyfriend. Probably a great one. I can’t do it though. Not yet anyway.
“My reality kicks back in at three tomorrow when Gabby comes home. So, I want to see how reality treats us before putting a label on this.”
“Fair enough. Know that I won’t be going out on dates with anyone else.”
Looking down at my drink, I consider that. “Well … same.”
He hugs me tight, his warmth surrounding me. “I’m so happy we got to spend this time together. And we still have tonight and tomorrow.”
I meet his gaze, a slow smile forming. “It’s still my day, right?”
“Right.”
“So you’re going to make sure I have the best day?”
“I am,” he says, his tone slightly wary, probably wondering where I’m going with this.
I slide my hands up his chest, and he sharply inhales. “Then I want you to touch me … liketouchme.”
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“Sparky,” I whisper before leaning down to kiss her. Pressing her into the kitchen counter, I deepen the kiss, savoring the way her lips respond to mine. Her blue eyes are hungry, filled with something I want to see more of.
I tug the scrunchie from her bun, letting her hair fall around her face. My fingers trail down her arms, lingering at her wrists. I briefly consider wrapping the scrunchie around them.Later.For now, I set it on the counter and slide my hands under her tank top.
“Touch you like this?” I tease, my fingers grazing her skin.
“No.”
I smirk as my hands move higher, cupping her breasts. My thumbs brush over the cloth bra, feeling her hard nipples. “Like this?”
“Maybe.”
I chuckle, lowering my lips to her neck, placing deliberate kisses along the sensitive skin. She sharply inhales as her body arches toward mine. “Like this?” I murmur against her throat.
She hums, both pleased and frustrated.I love that sound.
“Oh,” I tease, trailing my fingers lower. “You want me to touch you like this.”
