Page 99 of Unforgettable
She craned her neck up, those glistening emerald orbs sucking me in.
Follow the yellow brick road.
I searched her face. “Let’s get something straight. I want nothing to do with Tabitha or her sister. I’ve never slept with either of them. And I might take out a restraining order if I find them anywhere near me again.”
She beamed from ear to ear, her chest rising and falling.
That smile had my pulse soaring to new heights.
Tell her how you feel. Listen to Lucas.
I didn’t know if I could articulate my feelings into words.
Her phone sang “I Walk the Line.” Her damn father. I swore he had a camera on us somewhere nearby.
She tensed as her lips pursed.
I took that moment to press my mouth to hers, soft at first as the sound of her phone faded. Once it did, she opened for me, allowing me to invade her mouth with my tongue. She tasted of the future, home, and sunshine. No matter what happened after tonight, her lilac scent and the taste of her would always be forever embedded in my memory.
Her small hands flattened against my chest. “Your heart is beating crazy fast.”
“You have that effect on me. Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”
Or can I strip you naked and take my time making you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
While I was sure she would let me, we probably should talk before her old man did find her. Knowing him, he could probably track her phone.
“Do me a favor? Shut off your phone for now.”
She blinked then jerked. “I’m so stupid.” She hurried to turn it off.
I began pacing, thinking of another place in case it was too late.
She sat down on a barstool. “I overheard my father talking to Tabitha’s mom on the phone earlier. He confirmed he’s keeping me out of the picture to allow the Sims sisters to pursue you.”
Motherfucker!
I rubbed my fisted hand. I was ready to punch a wall or maybe the sliding glass door I was near.
My bad fucking day just got a million times worse. By the end of the night, I might be in jail for killing an elected official. “I’m going to talk to your father.”
She jumped up and clutched my wrists. “Not a good idea.”
“He’s already made waves by calling Coach today. He needs to stay out of my personal business like everyone else.”
“He called your coach? I’m so sorry.” Tears brimmed in her eyes. “I only agreed to obey him because he threatened you and your football career.”
I put my finger on her lips. “Never apologize for your father. His actions are his own. And he can’t ruin my career. I mean, he can try, but he won’t get far. And wait. What? You obeyed him for me?”
Holy shit!I think I fell harder for her.
She shrugged. “Of course. We’re friends.”
I cocked an eyebrow, debating whether to ask if friendship drove her to obey her old man or if she had deeper feelings for me. But that weak spot somewhere inside me was afraid she would stick to just friends.
“Thank you for having my back, but, baby doll, you got to stand up to him. You can’t let him dictate who you’re friends with or what guy you like.”
She shied away. “I know.”
