Page 114 of Mine to Love
The way she says my name. Hell, the way she says every word...the sound of her voice, the smell of her jasmine perfume, just being this close to her makes me forget about every worry I have in the world. I want to get lost in her. Her words stick with me though. All along, it’s been about what I wanted and never about what she wanted. Remembering to focus on her needs, I swallow back my lust, take another deep breath, and open my eyes.
“Logan?” Concern etches across her face.
“Sorry. Needed a minute. I’m seriously trying not to be a selfish asshole.”
Reese chuckles. “How are you being selfish?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Try me.” She leans forward even more, and her sweater drops an inch lower on her shoulder.
I lick my lips and take a few more calming breaths. “All I can think about right now is touching you. Of running my lips up your neck and causing goosebumps to break out over your body. Of capturing your gasp with my mouth and kissing you until neither one of us are breathing our own air. But I promised you friendship and no pressure. I promised to make this about what you want. What you need.”
My gaze trails from her bare neck to her pink lips then to her lust-filled eyes. She wants me, too. Her shallow breathing, the rise of her most perfect breasts, the pink tint on her cheeks. They’re all signs of her arousal.
I’ve never been so grateful for a waitress’s interruption. “Are you two set to order, or can I get you drinks first?”
“We’ve had a change in plans,” Reese says, keeping her eyes locked on mine. “We’re going to take our orders to go.”
As if I wasn’t already painfully hard enough already. I adjust myself as discreetly as I can, and don’t miss the quirk in Reese’s lip. She rattles off a few menu items, which ones I have no idea. I can’t make out the words over the drumming of my heartbeat.
When the waitress leaves, Reese lifts her bare shoulder in an obvious attempt to lower her sweater more, then leans back in her seat. “You were saying?”
I chuckle and shake my head. “I’m not saying anything else, or I won’t be able to get out of this booth without embarrassing myself.”
We stare at each other and don’t speak again until the waitress comes with our carryout bag and the bill. Reese snags it before I can. “I’m the one who asked you out.” She hands the waitress her credit card and once again we wait in silence.
A woman in charge is a sexy, beautiful thing.
No, Reese in charge is a sexy, beautiful thing. After she signs the bill, I stand, holding the bag of food in front of my crotch. Reese glances down and stifles a laugh before putting on her coat.
“I’d help you but...”
“You have your hands full. I can see that.”
“Reese,” I growl, following her out the door. When we reach the parking lot, I stop in front of her car, needing to be sure I read her most obvious clues correctly. I set the bags on the roof of her car and cup her cheeks in my palms. “Can I kiss you?”
Her breathing is shallow and labored, and then she reaches up and wraps her fingers around my wrists. “No.” She shakes her head and my heart plummets to my gut. To my feet. To hell.
I went too far. Took her innocent flirting and request for takeout to mean more than it was. I don’t argue or try to convince her otherwise. When I try to step away, she squeezes my wrists.
“If I let you kiss me now, I won’t have the self-control to stop myself. And what I want to do to you I’d much rather do without an audience.”
“Fuck me.” I lean my forehead against hers and let out an aggravated chuckle.
“Exactly.”
“Damn, Reese. You’ve got my heart twisted in so many ways.”
“Excellent. Now let’s see how many ways you can twist my body.” She releases my wrists and gives me a gentle push back. “See you at my place.”
She has her engine started and in gear, and I barely have time to grab our food off the roof of her car before she takes off. I watch her speed out of the parking lot then jog to my new SUV as best I can with the pressure behind my zipper.
I come to a screeching halt behind her car fifteen minutes later and chase her up the stairs to her condo, not caring about our dinner still in my car. “Can I kiss you now, Reese?” I whisper in her ear from behind as she unlocks the door.
“Yes,” she pants.
I don’t wait for the door to open, and turn her chin to me, covering her mouth with mine. Blindly, I reach for the handle and move our bodies inside, shutting the door with the sole of my shoe. I cup her face and take the kiss deeper while she unzips her coat and drops it to the floor.