Page 68 of Wild About You
“Much more graceful.” She giggles.
“Says the girl who is covered in liquor.” I set her down at the bottom of the stairs. “Come to my room and change.”
“All of my clothes are in my room.” Her lips twist into a smile.
I take her hand and tug her to me. “You don’t need any clothes.”
Adrenaline pumps through me. I don’t even know where to start. This isn’t our first time, but for years I’ve dreamt of this moment.
My mouth crashes down on hers and I capture the tiny yelp that tries to escape her lips.
When she recovers from the shock, Piper presses back. She’s as eager as I am, and we’re a tangle of limbs and teeth grabbing at each other, exploring and caressing, while refusing to break apart.
A squeal cuts through our make-out sesh. I pull back to see Scarlett approaching us. She throws her arms around Piper’s shoulders. “Yay. I’m so happy for you two. Congratulations.”
“Thanks,” Piper says.
Scarlett pulls back and knocks her elbow into my bicep. “Sorry about lying to you earlier. I didn’t want to be the one to tell you.”
“Tell me what?” I ask as I think back to what she said earlier.
“Oh.” Scarlett’s gaze darts between us. “You know what. You two probably have a lot to catch up on and I am working on getting Leo good and drunk. He has the dirtiest mouth when he’s wasted.”
And just as quick as she came, she’s gone.
“What did she tell you earlier?” Piper asks, facing me.
I place both hands on the curve of her waist. “Not much. I asked if she knew where you were, and she said you were having dinner with your boyfriend. Wait. No, she said you were having dinner. I pieced together it was with what’s his face.”
I wonder how the end of their date went. Did she apologize, give him one last kiss? Fuck it, no I don’t wonder. It’s over. The details don’t matter.
“I wasn’t with Chris. I broke up with him more than a week ago.”
“But…” I trail off, mouth gaping.
“I was with my roommates. Heather, who happened to be in the restroom when you showed up, and her fiancé, Steve.” She smiles sheepishly. “He really loved your speech by the way. He asked if you’d write it down for him in case he ever screwed up with Heather.”
“You broke up with your boyfriend a week ago? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because…I needed to take a breath and make sure that this is what I wanted.”
I mull that over while I glide my thumb along her hip bone. “And now?”
“I want this,” she says, but I can read the hesitation in her body language. I guess I deserve that for ending things the way I did last time.
“What do you want to drink?” I ask, forcing a smile.
Confusion plays over her face.
“Go change and I’ll get us something to drink. There’s no reason to rush things. We can take it as slow as you want.”
“Oh. Okay. Surprise me.”
I lean forward and brush my lips over hers, pulling back far sooner than I want.
* * *
She comes back down fifteen minutes later in jeans and a cropped sweatshirt that shows off a sliver of smooth stomach.
