Page 33 of Tempt
I glance over to find Gretchen who is looking between me and my phone.
“Is everything okay?”
“Should I worry?” I finally ask, holding my phone out to show her that I’ve texted Kyra three times over the last hour and still nothing. “I keep thinking maybe I’m overreacting, but then I type out another message and with each minute that passes my mind wanders and my thoughts go to some really shitty places. I’m seconds from jumping in my truck and going after her but then I think she’ll show up here and I’ll be across town like some crazy ass, and she’ll think I’m insane.”
“You’re not insane,” she assures me.
“No?”
“Nope,” Gretchen leans in, bumping her shoulder to mine, “You are just a guy who is into a girl.”
A guy that feels like he is losing his mind.
“But that girl just walked in,” I spin around on the barstool looking toward the door. “And if you don’t go get her I have a feeling one of the vultures will scoop her up.”
“I’d like to see them try,” I say in a rush as I leave Gretchen behind and hurry across Mercy.
Kyra sees me coming and she smiles wide, just before I cup the side of her face and move it, to press my lips to hers. Wrapping my other arm tightly around her I pull her close, finally feeling like I can fucking breath after an hour of tension.
“Well, hello to you too,” she whispers against my lips, and I don’t respond, offering a few more soft kisses, before dropping my hand.
Slowly I take in her appearance, her dark tight jeans, the cream-colored sweater that hugs her breast and takes all the worried thoughts I had earlier and replaces them with dirty ones.
I lift my hand once more and trace over her jaw, the side of her neck and the space left exposed by the V of her sweater.
“Are you okay?” Her voice is breathy.
“I am now,” I assure her, once again kissing her, but hold back. I’m half tempted to drag her right back out the door and take her back to my place now. I’ve been on the edge, but now, now she’s settled me.
“Finally,” Gretchen rushes in and gains the attention of both of us. “This guy,” she says, pointing over at me but still looking at Kyra. “He’s been a mess, messaging you and staring at his phone like it's his lifeline.”
“My phone died, and I had it on charge on the way over,” Kyra looks at me. “I left in such a hurry I forgot to turn it on. It’s still charging in the car.”
“He was seconds from sending out a search party,” Gretchen adds, and I nudge her foot with my own making her laugh. “Seriously Garrett, you looked like someone stole your favorite toy.”
Kyra laughs, and then quickly covers her mouth with her hand. “I’m sorry I made you worry.” She moves in and places her hand onto my chest.
“I guess you’ll have to try to make it up to me later.” I smirk, gliding my hand around and resting my palm on the top of her ass, giving it a little squeeze.
“And on that note,” Gretchen backs away holding up her hands leaving both Kyra and myself laughing at her quick retreat.
* * *
“Keys,” I hold out my hand and use my other arm to make sure Kyra remains upright.
“These keys?” She asks, dangling her keys from her fingertip eyeing me with a dirty little smirk on her lips.
When I reach out for them, she pulls them back and tucks them behind her back. “You have to work for them.”
Drinking seems to have made Kyra daring.
Without another thought I step around in front of her and pull her in tightly. Her front now firmly pressed to mine. She looks up at me through her long lashes and bites her lip. A thrill races through me, triggering a round of goosebumps to break out over my back.
Leaning in closer, allowing my lips to hover only mere inches from hers, her eyes flutter shut, and she releases her lip. Reaching around I wrap my hand around hers, feeling the keys press into my palm.
Her eyes come open and her lips part, just as I press my lips to hers. Using her gasp as my window to slip my tongue beyond her lips and glide over her own. “Mmm,” she moans.
“I should take you home.”