Page 147 of Wrecked
“Hell, yeah,” he murmured before glancing at her mouth.
The air grew turbulent, the energy whipped through him. She was close enough to see the dark specs of blue in her bright eyes. Close enough to kiss her. The pull was irresistible. He dipped down and pressed his lips to hers.
“Ohgod,” she whispered. “You kissed me good morning. Thanks for the sleepover party.”
He smiled. “I could have been alotmore accommodating.”
“I thought about taking our—this… us—to the next level, while I was meditating.”
“I thought meditation is about clearing your mind.”
She shrugged. “I do that, but this morning I focused on how I feel about you.”
“And howdoyou feel about me?”
“You’re my closest guy friend. I adore you. I’m super attracted to you. I have severe intimacy problems. Kinda obvious since I hide behind costumes.”
Whoa, she’s finally putting herself out there.
“You’d asked me to come home with you and role play here,” she continued. “I’d like to do that tonight. I’m sorry I can’t be just me with you, but—”
“I’m in,” he said.
She leaned up, dropped a soft kiss on his mouth. “Thank you.” She took a few steps, turned. “How do you feel about me?”
“Like I’m ready to see where this goes.”
“You didn’t answer my question,” she replied. “How do you feel aboutme?”
He sauntered over, pulled off her wig, and placed his hands on her face. He kissed her softly. Once, twice, three times. Then, he deepened the kiss and she welcomed him into her mouth. The passion between them was like throwing gas on a campfire. Out of control and violently dangerous. She jumped into his arms, thrust her hands into his hair and groaned.
He ached for her, ached to be inside her.
She slowed the kiss down and stared into his eyes. “Welp, the lust is there, but how do you feel about me?”
He smiled. “I invited you into my bed and I didn’t lay a hand on you.” He hitched a brow. “I’m willing to play thisyourway at your speed. I haven’t cared—really cared—about a woman in a decade. I haven’t gotten close to anyone in a long time because—”
Silence.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
“Because I haven’t.” He set her down. He was done talking. He wasn’t a talker. He was a doer. He was protecting her. Wasn’t that enough? He was willing to take this at her pace. Wasn’t that enough too?
She stood tall and kissed him gently. “I won’t hurt you.”
He broke away, poured them coffee.
She went in search of something, opening his cupboards, then vanishing into his pantry, returning with two boxes of cereal. “Are you eating?”
“Sure.” He eased onto a stool at the counter while she pulled out bowls, spoons, and milk. Then, she sat beside him, but she didn’t say a word.
He appreciated that she was giving him space. When they finished eating, she grabbed the wig and vanished upstairs, taking his heart with her.
* * *
Addison was confident there was more to Nicholas Hawk than he’d ever let on… a lot more.
She’d always assumed he bedded women because he liked to bed women. Now, as she got ready for work, she wondered why he never got emotionally attached to any of them over the years.
