Page 54 of Fifty First Times (Sharing You 0.40)
Sighing, I turned to face him, my car door at my back. He stood close. Just a few inches separated us. The heat from his body radiated toward me, drawing me in.
Frustration welled up inside me. I shouldn’t have stopped. I shouldn’t have offered him a ride. This was hard. He was very tempting.
“Maybe I’m just not interested. Has that occurred to you?”
He blinked. Clearly that hadn’t occurred to him. He stared me down, and I held his stare, gazing into his brown eyes, trying to look serious and unaffected as he assessed me. And then I had to look at his mouth. Just a quick flick of my gaze. I wrenched my eyes back to his but he hadn’t missed it.
“Bullshit,” he snapped, his voice almost angry. But satisfied, too.
His hand shot out and curled around the back of my neck. The sensation of his warm fingers on my nape sent a shockwave through me.
He hauled me against him. His body pressed hard to mine, sending more sensation flooding through me. I was no petite thing, but he was so much bigger than me . . . taller and muscled. I could feel all of him—his hard pecs, a washboard belly.
Our noses almost touched as our breaths crashed and collided, foggy on the cold air. His fingers flexed on the back of my neck. His brown eyes glowed darkly, crawling over my face, my mouth. For just a few seconds. Like he was giving me a chance. A chance to stop and run. To stop this from happening. To stop us.
My heart hammered like a wild bird inside my chest. I’d been kissed before. I wasn’t even a virgin. An awkward, fumbling night last year with a guy I was dating took care of that.
But now, this moment . . . it felt new. It felt different. Like the first time.
I wasn’t going anywhere, and when his mouth touched mine there was nothing fumbling or awkward about it. His lips slanted over mine hotly, searing me. His fingers tightened, burrowing up into my hair, caressing my scalp.
His teeth gently tugged my bottom lip and something coiled tightly in my belly. He released my bottom lip and gave it a long, savoring lick. I sighed. He took advantage, slipping his tongue inside my mouth.
Then it was on. I fell back against my car, indifferent to the cold metal at my back. All I cared about was him. That hard, delicious body fused to mine. His lips, both hard and soft. His tongue inside my mouth, sweeping against my tongue, exploring and tasting and making me want to crawl inside him.
My fingers dug desperately into his shoulders. He slid one hand down my back, between my body and the car to cup my ass. And then my feet were off the ground.
I don’t know what happened first. Whether I jumped or he just lifted me up. My legs wrapped around his waist. Our mouths fused together. Everything was desperate and hungry and oh-my-God-this-is-better-than-anything-I-ever-had-before.
A car honked and I gasped, pulling away. Blinking, I looked around, dazed. With a growl, he dragged me back and we started all over again.
Against my car. In the cold. And I had never felt more on fire in my life.
It was a lot. Hard and fast. I felt like I was drowning.
I wedged a hand between us and broke our kiss. Panting, he gazed down at me, his eyes gleaming in the dark.
Without a word, I slid my legs down. Breathing raggedly, I reached for his pocket and pulled out his phone. With shaking fingers, I went to his contacts and added in my name and number, even knowing as I did I was an idiot for doing it. For even hoping.
I felt his stare on my face, his warm breath on my cheek. “There.” I handed back his phone.
His fingers wrapped around mine, clasping my hand in his until I looked up at him again. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
I smiled and shrugged like it didn’t matter. Like I wasn’t hoping he would. Like I wasn’t hoping that this guy would maybe be part of my life beyond just this moment.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he repeated.
No. You won’t. I bit back the reply, dammed it up inside me. It was a dangerous thing . . . hoping for more. Believing you could have it.
My hand exerted a little more pressure on his chest, urging him to step back more. It wasn’t easy when I just wanted to curl my arms around his neck and dive for his mouth again.
He moved back.
I opened the car door and dropped down inside. Starting the engine to let it warm up, I looked up at him. “Good night, Hunter. It was nice meeting you.”
“It was nice meeting you, too.” There was a wealth of meaning in his words. It was nice watching you dance so horribly before a roomful of men. Nice talking with you. Eating pancakes with you. Kissing you.
Driving away, I forced myself not to look back in the rearview mirror to see if he was watching me leave. I didn’t want to know if he wasn’t standing there anymore. If he had already moved on.
