Page 10 of Book Boyfriend
It’s getting darker by the minute. I can almost make out his face by the light from the hotels nearby, but he has to face me in a certain direction and I really have to focus to see him. I’m not sure how far we’ve walked, but it’s got to be getting late. I could check my phone for the time, but it’s tucked inside my bra and I don’t want to reach for it. I turn and gaze back to see just how far we are from the hotel. I can’t tell.
“Do you need to go?” he asks.
“Yeah. I probably should. I have a morning flight home tomorrow and I still need to pack.”
“Where’s home?”
“California.”
He nods. Is that sadness I see? My heart flutters in my chest. I think I feel it too.
He squeezes my hand as we turn. Is it just me or are we both walking slower? He doesn’t say another word for several minutes. I shiver as a new gust of air hits my warm skin.
“Are you cold?”
“I’m okay. I got a little too much sun today.” I wrap my free arm around myself.
“I’m a furnace. I’d be okay, if you wanted to lean against me while we walk. I did say I’d protect you. That means protection from wind as well.”
I stop abruptly and he takes a step forward before he notices, never letting go of my hand. I glance down at our hands outstretched in front of us and it looks . . . right. I suddenly feel like I’ve known him forever and that my hand belongs in his.
“What is it?” he asks, facing me.
“I don’t know. I . . . I don’t want this night to end.”
He gazes out at the line of hotels in the distance then his eyes meet mine. He moves in a little closer to me and the gap between us shrinks. When I don’t react, he inches forward slightly more. Then more. I smile. “Testing the waters?”
“I don’t want to push my luck.”
I sigh. “There’s only room for one more step between us and I haven’t backed away yet. That should be a sign.”
He lifts his hand and brushes the hair away from my face. He holds out the piece of tomato in his hand. “Did you still want this?”
I laugh. “Oh my God. Have I had that in my hair the entire time? Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because you seem to be extremely fond of tomatoes?”
He poses it like a question. I take it from his hand and pop it in my mouth. “Still yummy.”
He laughs hardily and I have to steady myself. It affects me to my core.
“That’s one lucky tomato.”
“Huh?” I question.
“I’d give anything to be in your mouth.”
I swallow hard as he lessens the little space between us and his face inches closer to mine. Oh shit. He wants to be in my mouth. Does he mean his tongue? His finger? His dick? I wonder what his dick would taste like. Oh hell. Am I really considering that as an option? Do I want this? Him?
His lips are almost touching mine. I quickly run my tongue over my mouth. That’s what I’m supposed to do, right? That’s what girls do in my stories. No one likes a dry lip. Oh damn, this is taking forever. This kiss scene would be exactly how I’d write it in my books, slow and building. But living it versus writing it is torture. It’s taking too long. Kiss me already. Please.
When his lips finally touch mine I think I see fireworks behind my eyelids. Oh dear Lord in heaven, have mercy on my soul. Is this what I’ve been missing? Do all men other than Oliver kiss this way or is he a professional? What if he is a professional? What if he’s a male hooker? Oh shit. I don’t care. I want that tongue.
I open my mouth and slide my tongue against his. He pulls me closer to his chest and I feel my entire body relax into him. His hand sifts through my hair and he tugs on it lightly to bend my head back. His mouth leaves mine and moves to my neck. He plants soft kisses from my ear to my collarbone and then back up again before his lips meet mine once more.
I don’t know how long we stand with our toes in the water making out. It must be a while, because a wave almost knocks us to the ground. As we stumble, we laugh. The water crashes again, higher this time, and hits my shorts. As if I weren’t wet enough.
“Shit!” I scream.
