Page 17 of A Very Oceanport Christmas
"You can also come over to work anytime," David's dad chimed in. He pressed a few crinkled dollar bills into my hand before I could protest. "Pizza's on me."
"You don't have to pay me, Mr.--" I tried but was quickly cut off.
"Enjoy your evening, boys," Mr. Clark said, making a dismissive gesture as I held the money back out to him. "I'm meeting my friends at the pub tonight."
My ears perked. If he was going to the pub, that meant he was going to be out for a while, didn't it? Was he deliberately creating a chance for me to make a move or was I reading too much into this?
Did it even matter? Whether it was deliberate or not, I'd been given a chance.
I wasn't going to waste it.
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We'd madeour way halfway through the pizza before I worked up the nerve to address the kiss we'd shared earlier. I wasn't normally so shy, but sitting there in the Clark's living room, an XL pizza on the coffee table in front of us and a mindless action flick playing on the screen, I felt transported back to simpler times in my life, and the longer I remained there, the more I felt myself questioning if I really wanted to risk what I had here for something that might be completely out of reach.
Being rejected was one thing, but being rejected by David? That idea was scarier than I wanted to admit. The main reason I'd never made a move on him in the past. A lump grew in my throat every time I even thought about mentioning my feelings to David. What if he didn't return them? Could we still be friends then? Because I didn't want to lose him, not again. I couldn't.
But if I could have more...
If you want to kiss me again I'm not gonna stop you.David's words from earlier rang through my mind, taking up all the space in my head.
"Did you really mean that?" I asked out loud, glad that I could finally get some of the words I'd meant to say past my lips. "What you said earlier. Under the mistletoe." My throat ran dry, and I had to force myself to look at David instead of literally anywhere else as I waited for his response.
"What I said?" David asked. He said up straight. His eyes darted to my lips. I swallowed. "You mean about..."
"Yeah." He didn't have to say it. We both knew what I was talking about. "Did you mean it? You're not going to protest?"
David's Adam's apple bobbed. "I wouldn't."
My heart leaped into my throat. Wasn't that exactly what I'd wanted to hear?
"Would you?" David asked.
"Would I what?"
"Would you protest if I kissed you?"
I shook my head. "God no."
"Prove it." A smile graced David's beautiful lips, and the next moment, he leaned in, the tips of his fingers on my chin as he kissed me. Without even losing a second, I pulled him closer. His lips were the perfect mix of rough and soft and I wanted to feel more of them, I wanted to taste them. I licked my tongue along his bottom lip. David made a surprised little sound and opened his mouth, inviting me in. He tasted of the pizza we'd been sharing, but also of something much, much baser than that. His very own flavor. I grunted as heat spiked through me, setting all my nerve endings on fire.
Being pregnant meant that I couldn't actually go into heat, but damn if the desire David aroused in me didn't come close.
I wanted him, all of him.
I'd wanted him forso long. But I'd always been afraid that he wouldn't want me back. That even if he did, things wouldn't work out. That I would lose everything I already had with him if I was too greedy. Except I couldn't hold back anymore.
"Sam." My name was little more than a moan on David's lips as I drew back and I kind of loved it, loved the look of wonder on his face too, as if he couldn't believe his own luck, as ifhewas the lucky one.
"You're a damn good kisser," I said with a grin, feeling all light and bubbly all of a sudden. Especially when David smiled back at me.
"You're not bad yourself," he said, and then his lips found mine again. God, I never wanted them to leave me again. I wanted to feel them all over, on every part of my body, and maybe David felt that way too, because after a few seconds, he moved his mouth to my ear. "Let's go to my room."
That was an excellent idea. His room had a bed and we could do all sorts of things in there. I grabbed David's hand and pulled him off the couch with me. "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this." Every time that I'd gone to bed with Nigel, I'd found myself secretly picturing someone else in his place. Picturing David. A forbidden fantasy that was becoming reality—and I still struggled to believe this was actually happening. So much so that I felt the need to kiss him again before he could even respond to my words.
He pressed me close against his body, his tongue deep in my mouth. I shuddered. As much as I loved kissing him, I needed something more.
I pried myself away from David just long enough for us to make it to the bedroom, but then, all odds were off. I'd been waiting for this for way too long to go slow now. "Want you," I said into David's lips, my voice urgent and rougher than I'd ever heard it, my cock hardening faster than it ever had before, even in heat. This was what David did to me.
