Page 87 of In Your Wildest Dreams
I move Bridget’s hair away from one side of her neck and drop my mouth to the soft skin. She shivers into me. I continue, grazing my lips from her shoulder to the sensitive column of her neck. My hands around her waist drop to the hem of her dress, teasing the skin.
Her breaths quicken and she turns to face me.
I slide my fingers through her hair and tug gently so her head tilts to the side and gives me better access. I place soft kisses on every inch, then bury my face into the crook of her neck and suck until she lets out a little whimper.
No one is paying any attention to us. Jack is a damn good speaker. Somehow the man always manages to time it just perfect so as soon as he finishes, we drink, and then the ten-second countdown begins.
And that’s my cue that it’s almost time. The people around us start chanting. Ten, nine, eight…
I stand tall and look down at Bridget. Her blue-green eyes are bright, cheeks flushed, and her chest rises and falls with her rapid breathing.
Have I had someone to kiss at every New Year’s Eve party? Yeah, probably. I don’t really remember. But I know that tonight, kissing Bridget is going to be a memory that lasts.
We’re locked in a stare-off until the clock strikes midnight, then slowly I cover her mouth with mine.
Her fingers grip the front of my sweater and I use an arm around her back to crush her against me as my tongue explores her mouth.
Someone bumps into me, forcing me to break the kiss.
I don’t want to be here anymore. I want to be anywhere else as long as it’s alone with Bridget.
“Come back to my house.”
“Now?”
I nod, heated gaze boring into her. “Yeah, now. Right fucking now. I can’t wait a second longer.”
Her cheeks flush pinker. “I should find Everly and tell her.”
“I’ll text her.”
Bridget wears a knowing smile.
“It could take a while to find her and those are minutes I don’t want to waste.” I pull her tighter against me so she can feel how hard I am. “She has a key and knows she can always crash at my place.”
“You want me to stay the night?”
I’m probably jumping about fifteen steps, but I’m finding it hard to slow down. “I’ve wanted that since the night we met. Is that something you want?”
She wets her lips. “Yes.”
24
THAT’S KIND OF A LOT
BRIDGET
Ash’s handsframe my face and his mouth covers mine as soon as we’re inside his house. He kicks the door shut and we fumble around, walking through his dark house.
“I’ll give you the full house tour later,” he says, sweeping my hair away from my neck and kissing the sensitive spot above my collarbone.
Goosebumps race down my arms. His hands return to my face and he captures my mouth again. The man can kiss.
A throbbing started between my legs hours ago. Everything about him. His touch. His words. The way he spent all night acting like no one else mattered but me. His attention is all-consuming.
I slide my hands under his sweater and flatten my palms against his warm, toned stomach and then up over his chest and around to his back. Hard planes of skin and sculpted muscle. Chiseled and lean, strong.
He’s doing his own exploration. His hands roam all over my body. From cradling my face to pulling my hair to squeezing my ass and teasing the skin just under the hem of my dress.
