Page 110 of Story of My Life
“Yeah. That.”
“Are you kidding? Talk about a gold mine of inspiration. I mean, my fingers might be too frozen from the lake water to type. But when they thaw out, I’ve got a hell of a scene to write.”
I drove our soggy asses to her house and left the truck running at the curb.
“Well, thanks for…everything,” she said, slipping her high heels on.
“I’m walking you to your door,” I insisted.
“Cam, I think it’s safe to say this fake date is over. I can find my way.”
But I was already stubbornly getting out of the truck. I pulled my sport coat on over my bare chest in case any neighbors were glued to their windows and stuffed my feet into my gym shoes before rounding the truck to open her door.
She slid to the ground, my shirt riding up her thighs, giving me another glimpse of black lace. I looked up at the moon and tried to remember the feel of water closing over my head, but nothing could distract from the carnal need.
I took her wet things and held them in front of my crotch as I followed her through the gate to her front door.
Hazel turned to face me. Her eye makeup had run in all directions, giving her a goth rocker look. Her hair was a damp tornado. Her wet underthings had already created fascinating damp spots on the fabric of my shirt. The problem was, she didn’t look nearly as affected by our nearly naked state as I was.
“Thank you for the research,” she said, holding out a hand all businesslike. “I appreciate it. And I promise not to make you do it again.”
I looked at the offered hand, then back at her mouth. I was definitely gonna do something really stupid. “That’s not how I end a date,” I told her.
“This wasn’t a date. This was a business transaction,” she said, dropping her hand.
“Transaction’s not over yet.”
I made my move. I dropped her stuff to the floorboards and cupped her face in my hands. Backing her into the door, I lowered my mouth and kissed the ever-living hell out of her. Her face was cold and smooth, her lips hot and firm. When she opened for me, I tasted that heady combination of beer, lake water, and desire.
Her icy hands planted themselves on my bare chest and just when I thought they were going to push me away, they slipped under my jacket, pulling me tighter to her.
Our tongues met and tangled. Her breathy little moan against my mouth took me from aroused to stone. I finally felt it from her then, the desperation, the need, all wound up tight and trembling against me. Before I could think better of it, I thrust my hips against her, pinning her to the door. Her nails bit into my back as blood thundered in my ears. The woman could and would kiss the life out of me. And I was two seconds away from stripping us both naked here on her front porch.
I drew back from her mouth, ending the kiss without warning. She sagged against the door, head thumping against the wood. We were both panting for breath, and in that moment, with my erection notched against her and her hands on me, we stared into each other’s souls.
“Now it’s over,” I said.
25
FACE AND ASS FIRST
HAZEL
My hero was just kissingthe life out of my heroine while pinning her to her front door with a deliciously obscene erection when my ringtone interrupted the music in my ears. Jolting, I blinked and yanked my headphones off.
It was daylight. My shoulders were full of concrete knots. And someone was knocking on my front door.
“Jesus, how long have I been writing?” I asked myself. My voice came out like the croak of a frog.
I grabbed my phone and got to my feet.
“Yeah? I mean hello?” I answered, shuffling toward the front door.
I was still in Cam’s shirt, for inspiration purposes, but I’d at least swapped contacts for glasses and added a pair of shorts and fluffy slippers when I’d come home before settling in at my laptop.
“If it isn’t my newest, favorite council member,” Darius chirped in my ear.
“Hi, Darius. What can I do for you?” I rasped, opening the front door, against which I’d had the bejesus kissed out of me only hours before. In real life. By Campbell “The Cactus” Bishop.
