Page 3 of Infatuated as They Come
He drew me in closer, our chests pressed together as he kissed at me slowly and deeply. Long too. Sawyer always liked to drag our kisses out, like he wanted to hold on to me forever and savor every last second of our lips being connected. My hands stayed wrapped around his shoulders as my eyes closed, quickly getting lost in the feeling of him, in the way he held me so close to him.
Time stood still; in my heart, it stayed midnight, the night surrounding us as the cool, cold air swept in through my window. It didn’t matter where either of us came from, what either of us had or didn’t have. None of it mattered and I didn’t want it to matter. Everything was quiet and still and blissful as he kissed me, his thumbs gently stroking at the skin of my exposed hips, his touch so much gentler and cautious than I could have ever imagined.
When he pulled away from me, my lips feeling all swollen and freshly kissed, he sent me a tiny smile. “Happy birthday, princess,” he said lowly, pecking my lips. “I meant it when I said how hard it is to not see you. So, I plan on making up for all that lost time.”
I held in a giggle as he picked me up, my legs instantly wrapping around him as he moved us over towards my bed. Soft thuds hit my ears as he kicked his shoes off, and then we were falling right on to the soft fabric of my floral, pink comforter. Soon, I was lying on his chest, one of his hands rubbing at my arm as I swung a leg over him.
“What did you do today?” I asked.
“Did a painting for some old guy.”
I laughed. “Some old guy?”
“Yeah, it’s for his wife. Their anniversary is coming up and he wanted something of their honeymoon in France. Some old, little French town with lots of mountains. Took me six damn days, but I finally got it done.”
“I bet it looks really beautiful.”
“Thanks.” He kissed the top of my head. “What’d you get up to?”
“I had to take some final measurements for my new cheer uniform. Itwas an exhausting process.”
“I would have had a lot of fun helping you with that. Why didn’t you ask me?”
“I assure you it was very boring. But then me and Mom went to the tailor to pick up my dress for the party.”
“Can I get a sneak peek?”
“Nuh-uh, you have to wait until the morning.”
“Am I even gonna see you at all tomorrow? I have a feeling I’ll barely catch a glimpse of you.”
I craned my neck so I could look up at him. “It won’t be that crazy. Just… a whole load of my family members stuck in my house all day.”
His brows rose. “Great.”
“They’re not all like my dad. And I can’t wait to introduce you to all of them. They’re gonna love you.”
“Should I wear a polo shirt or something?”
“Ew, no. Wear whatever you want. Whatever you feel comfortable in. I want you to be yourself, not pretend to be someone you’re not.”
“So no haircut?”
“Absolutely not.” I pushed a hand through his hair, my nails scratching at his scalp gently. My constant urge to tug and play with his locks had yet to go away. “And if you get one, I’ll get really mad.”
“Well, I don’t wanna make you mad,” he murmured, and all of a sudden, he had flipped us over so that his body was right on top of mine.
Once again, I had to hold back a giggle as he hovered above me. He grabbed one of my heart-shaped pillows and tossed it to the side, pressing his hands either side of my head, trapping me in exactly where I loved to be. I felt my heart race a little as I took him in. At his toned forearms that he got from fixing cars and the steady, skilled fingers he had from painting and all that perfectly untamable hair, the strands always falling in just the right way.
“You used to love making me mad,” I said, my face feeling a little warm.
“Youused to love makingmemad.”
“Only a tiny bit.”
“A tiny bit?” he asked, his lips ghosting across mine. “I think you liked it a lot more than that.”
I felt his lips move from mine and then down to my neck, giving the skin there the softest, little kiss. “You definitely liked it more than I did,” I said.
