Page 21 of Where You Are
“When’d you get here?” Jack asks, standing with his guitar and walking over to his case to put it away.
“Oh, literally five minutes ago,” I say, leaning in the doorway and taking a drink of my beer. Yeah, I’m hoping it will add to the mellow façade I’m trying to give off, but it makes me feel like I’m a dork in middle school.
“Oh, good. I have to get the grill started man,” he says, turning to Matt. “You good if we call it for the day?”
“Yeah. Yeah, no problem,” Matt answers him, tucking his glasses and notebook away with his guitar in its case.
“Do you want to stay?” Jack offers. “We’ve got plenty.”
“Aw, that sounds so good but I have to get going,” Matt answers. “Next time,” he promises, snapping his guitar case shut.
The disappointment I feel at Matt’s declining Jack’s offer takes me by surprise. I wasn’t expecting him to be here in the first place, yet I feel my spirits fall just a little that he’s not staying.
Jack shrugs it off and walks out of the room. “You got it,” he says to Matt over his shoulder as they both pass me. I follow them both, and when they reach the bottom of the stairs, they slap hands as Jack walks in the direction of the kitchen. I steal one last look at Matt, taking my time passing him as he opens the door, and my spirits take flight again when he blows me a silent kiss along with a knowing smile before closing it behind him.
I enjoy a good old American cook-out dinner with Jack and Mayzie, and while I appreciate that they’re so respectful of my single presence by not being overly physically affectionate, the looks my brother keeps giving his wife make me hungry for Matt to come back. Just thinking about the look he gave me on his way out makes my skin tingle, my breasts feel swollen and heavy, and a warm, soft feeling settles between my legs. I just hope to hell my feelings aren’t showing on my face as I catch up with my brother and his wife on the last two years.
And as if he knows I’m thinking about him and what I’m missing, my phone buzzes in my back pocket. I try to ignore it, not wanting to be rude, but at soon as Jack and Mayzie get up to clear dishes, I slip it out to look at the message, already knowing who it’s from.
The Man of My Dreams: You owe me the kiss of the fucking century.
I take a moment to absorb the words, the desire within them, and even let myself hear them in his voice inside my head before responding.
Me: Is that so?
I fully intend to deliver, but I want more words.
The Man of My Dreams: Hell yes. My first time seeing you in days was supposed to involve my mouth on yours and my hands all over you.
Holy shit.
I feel like with a simple text message, he’s taken whatever it is between us to the next level. I can’t help but allow myself five seconds to let flashback images of him sleeping in my bed and passionately making out with me in the park dance with fantasy images of our skin caressing together and our hands everywhere.
And then I take a cleansing but inconspicuous breath and slide my phone back in my pocket. I will not get hot and bothered in front of my brother and sister-in-law. I feel my phone buzz one more time but am determined to ignore it for the rest of the evening and not let that sexy, handsome and charming man make me make an ass of myself.
After I’ve said goodnight, I pull my phone out on my way to the car to find out what that last fateful message said.
The Man of My Dreams: Let me know when you leave.
A thrill shimmers through my body at why he’d want to know.
Me: Leaving now… why?
I turn the engine over and wait a moment for a response. When none appears, I resign myself to the idea that he sent that last message a while ago and possibly gave up on hearing back from me. I put my phone on the dash clip and head home.
When I pull up to Sarah’s house however, fireworks explode in my chest when I find Matt’s Jeep parked on the street, with its sexy as sin owner leaning casually against it. I have to consciously tell every muscle in my body to do what it’s supposed to do so I can get out of the car, and after that, most thought goes out the window.
It’s dark, but I can make out that handsome smirk in the dim streetlights as he starts walking towards me. He wants a monumental kiss? That can be arranged. I rush to close the distance between us and jump up on Matt, allowing him to effortlessly catch me. My legs go around his waist as I take his face in my hands and lock my mouth down on his.
MATT
Apparently, Melanie and I have started some game where we’re one-upping each other in the kissing department, because while I thought I gave her a good one last week, this is seriously blowing my mind. Her sweet lips melding against mine and the feeling of her legs wrapped around me is almost too much for me to take.
Cradling her ass in one arm, I wrap the other behind her back as I walk over to her car and set her down on the hood. From there, I take over the kiss, ravishing her mouth with mine and letting my hands roam up her arms, down to her hips, and back up to hold her face and play with her hair. When they come back down to caress her thighs, I enjoy the silkiness so much I let them glide up to the frayed edges of her shorts, so tempted to go further. I’m dying to let my fingers venture to her panties to find out how wet my kiss is making her, maybe even give her a preview of what she can have with me, but I if go that far, I won’t be able to control myself and will end up fucking taking her, right here on the hood of her car on this darkened street. Determined not to let our first time go down like that, I slowly, reluctantly, pull away and rest my forehead on hers while we both catch our breath.
“How was that?” she asks between shallow breaths.
“Oh, you passed,” I respond with a grin.