Page 83 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

“Please, darlin’. Let me get another taste. I’m fucking dying here.”

I nod. The movement is so slight that I’m not even sure he’ll see it. But he does, and it’s all he needs.

His lips slam down on mine, and I’m instantly reminded that our previous kiss was as good as I remember.

I lose myself in him as he does the same to me.

At some point, I don’t know how, my hands end up under his T-shirt, gliding against his smooth, taut skin as his muscles dance beneath.

Breathless, he drags his lips from mine, but unable to put an end to our kiss, he moves to my neck.

“Oh God,” I whimper, dragging him closer as he sucks on the sensitive patch beneath my ear.

The second his body presses against mine, I feel it.

Heat surges between my legs, but it’s quickly followed by something else. Something less welcome.

Fear.

I’m not aware that I physically react, but I must, because not a second later, Calvin is pulling back and looking into my eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, a frown pinching his brows.

I shake my head, whispering, “Nothing,” as embarrassment burns my cheeks.

“Darlin’, you just froze. Did I hurt you?”

“No, no. It’s not anything you did.”

Unable to look into his eyes, I slip from between him and the wall. I only intend to move a few steps away, but my legs have a different plan, and I quickly find myself escaping to my bedroom.

The moment I’m no longer surrounded by his heat, his scent, the self-loathing hits.

What the fuck am I doing?

I just had Calvin freaking Keller grinding up against me, and I freaked out.

This is why I never should have let it get this far. I never should have entertained even the idea of spending time with him.

“Sienna?”

My shoulders lock up at the sound of his voice behind me, and tears burn my eyes.

“Darlin’, what’s going on? What just happened out there?” There’s no anger, no frustration in his tone, just softness and the need to understand.

“I-I’m sorry. Things just got a bit much,” I mumble, keeping my back to him.

“I’m…I’m sorry if I came on too strong. I’ve just…It’s been a long few days and…well…I’ve missed you. And…you’re leaving tomorrow. I just…I got excited. I’m sorry.”

Despite my better judgment, I spin and find his eyes.

His face crumples when he sees the tears in mine.

“It’s not you. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s…It’s me. I…” I trail off, unable to find the right words.

“It’s okay. Whatever it is, it’s okay,” he assures me, slowly walking closer.

I force myself to stay put, desperately wanting to trust him.