Page 71 of Indescribable
Brock
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that I need you to kiss me, Brock. Maybe it seems too soon but the reality is, I went to therapy for an entire year during our separation and it helped me realize a lot about myself. And one of those things I realized was that I need to be braver when it comes to standing up for myself and going after what – and who – I want. Kiss me, Brock. Please, finally, just kiss –”
I interrupt her by leaning down and barely brushing my lips against hers. Her sharp intake of breath at the contact of my lips boosts my confidence to deepen the kiss.
The feel of her lips against mine is euphoric. Soft and supple and perfect.
I take her face in my hands and she rises up on the tips of her toes, winding one arm around my neck and holding the other against my rapidly beating heart. When she opens her mouth just slightly, I take the invitation and tangle my tongue with hers.
“Holy hell,” I mumble against her, kissing her with more intensity than I probably should, but now I’ve tasted her, felt her lips against mine, and the thought of stopping or pulling back feels impossible.
I’ve imagined kissing her a million times but this far surpasses anything my mind could conjure up. Everything about her is nothing short of perfection.
Heat ripples through my body and she angles her head, allowing me to deepen the kiss. We take our time, exploring each other’s mouths. She does this thing with her tongue, twisting it with mine, that causes a groan to escape from the back of my throat.
Naomi lets out a little cry and I trail my hands down her back, cradling her butt and lifting her up. Her legs go around my waist and I walk us to my truck, kissing clumsily but neither willing to separate. Kissing her feels like absolute heaven. Something that was only in my dreams for decades. It hardly seems real.
I fumble with the handle for the truck bed and set her on it when I manage to get it down. With ragged breaths, I lift my face and look down at her, my fingers threaded through her soft hair and my heart hammering in my chest.
Her chest is rising and falling quickly and her lips are swollen from kissing. Her cheeks are flushed. “You’re beautiful,” I pant. “So damn beautiful it makes my chest ache, Naomi. I’ve always thought so and I was a coward for too long, not telling you how I felt.”
“How do you feel?” she asks quietly, timidly.
“Like I want to take you on a date,” I answer honestly.
She giggles. “Is that all?”
“Hell no. But it’s a good place to start.”
Her smile is beaming but cut off when I slam my mouth down on hers again, trailing my lips along her jaw, nibbling the smooth skin, before kissing the tender skin below her ear.
“So is this,” She gasps, her fingers digging into my back through the thin layer of my t-shirt.
I nod against her skin and keep kissing her, anywhere I can reach. She has a sweet spot on the right side of her neck, just under her jaw. When my teeth graze against the sensitive area, she cries out with the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
Needing to gain some semblance of control, I lean my forehead in the crook of her neck. Her hands slide up my back and wind around my neck, holding me to her as we both regain our breath.
When I lift my head so I can look at her, I have to suck in a mouthful of air at the magnificence before me. “I didn’t bring you here for this,” I mumble, kissing her on the tip of her nose. “Not that I’m complaining at the turn of events, though.”
“I’m not complaining either.”
“That’s good. Did that answer your question about how I feel?”
“I might need a refresher now and again.”
“So demanding. It’ll be a heavy burden, but I’m willing to carry it.”
She grins and shakes her head. “How charitable of you.”
I shrug and help her down from the tailgate of my truck. “I do what I can for the needy.”
“So generous.”
“I know.”
Once we’re back on the road heading back to Red Oak, I reach across the console and grip her hand, threading our fingers together. It’s such a simple thing, holding hands, but the fact that Icanhold her hand makes me feel like I just conquered something monumental.