Page 843 of One More Kiss

A tremor ripples through me, rocking my body to its core, and my heart races. Fast, fast, fast.

Joy fills inside my heart, running rampant.

I open my mouth to speak, but words disappear. I can do nothing but look at him, drowning in his warmth. Even though he is not touching me.

My breath hitches when he takes a step closer to me, his fingers brushing my hand.

I stand still, absorbing the intensity of his touch. It hits me right in the chest, spreading through my body.

Riot.

Mayhem.

I submerge in it, breathe it in.

It has been so long since I have felt possessed. Body, soul, and mind.

It has been an eon since I have felt cherished. The heat coming off him, his closeness… it makes me realize how lonely the life I've been immersed in has been.

I tense when he moves closer, my body coiling tighter than a rope. Sable eyes continue to watch me, hungry, scheming, an agenda in the making.

He unwraps me, leaving me bare, vulnerable, overwhelmed, the reverent silence stretching.

I want to scream. Hiss a fit.

Touch me. Touch me. Touch me.I want to beg. Demand.

Kiss me, hug me, hold me. And I’ve been in his presence for only a few seconds. How can he have such an effect on me? How is he pulling such a reaction out of me? Why is this happening to me?

A distressed groan vibrates at the back of my throat, and I close my eyes. A flush makes its way up to my face.

Great! Just fucking great!

I’m making a fool of myself. I’m acting like a horny teenager. And this man is sitting quietly, smiling, sipping his drink. He is all cool to my blabbering self. Not at all affected by my presence the way I am by him.

My eyes flutter open and I meet his amused midnight eyes.

His lips tug up, a devastating smile transforming his face. It’s like he knows the train of thoughts my brain is conjuring.

Of course, he will. He’s a silver fox. A wise man who’s lived life and know everything.

I’m his boyfriend.

Temporary! My brain screams.

I ignore the wisdom it wants to part with me and snap my attention to Calder as he speaks.

“Yes, he was. We went to use the restroom, and now we are back. So, drive away.” Calder waves his fingers, dismissing the stranger.

The stranger huffs and moves out of the booth, muttering, “Whatever.”

“Good riddance.”

“Thank you,” 10mm silver fox whispers.

“Oh, we are very, very thrilled to help.” Calder’s grin is so big, I fear he’ll tear his lips open.

“I’m Rowan Kingston.” He offers his hand to shake.

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