WYLDER
The momentmy boots touch the sidewalk, I regret leaving so quickly. I should’ve stayed and walked her to her car, making sure she got there safely. She did as much for my girls, and it’s the least I can do, instead of leaving her alone when the streets are unusually empty.
But if I am honest with myself, it’s the first time I’ve felt that kind of pull toward a woman in a very long time.
Fuck it.
I turn and stare at her through the window. She moves around the shop, her mouth opening and closing like she’s having a full conversation with someone, but I know she’s alone.
I wonder what she’s saying. Is it about me?
It isn’t lost on me that she checked out my ass as I walked out the door. I know I’m not the only one who felt the air in the room change when she came closer to me.
The entire time we talked, I fantasized about grabbing her, holding her in my arms, and kissing her full lips. But I stopped myself.
Maybe Thumper is right. I am a pansy. The old me wouldn’t have stopped until I tasted her mouth.
This me, the one who had my heart shattered, does everything I can to avoid feeling anything other than disappointment.
But before I know it, my feet are moving me forward, and I reach for the handle, tearing the door open, and march back into the shop.
Tate’s head snaps upward, and our eyes meet. “Did you forget something?”
“One thing.” I close the space between us with a few long strides.
When she angles her head back to look up at me, I slide my hand around the side of her neck and pull her closer.
She gasps as our bodies collide, and the feel of her against me is better than I could have imagined.
I snake my other arm around her back until her hair is in my hands, pulling her head farther backward until I have complete control of her.
“This,” I whisper before taking her lips with mine.
I didn’t bother asking if it’s okay.
Tonight, I am more in the mood to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission.
I want this.
I need this.
The crackle in the air from earlier is back but now stronger than before. My knees almost go weak from the softness of her lips and the intoxicating perfume she’s wearing.
I tug on her ponytail, and she moans, the vibrations going straight to my dick.
There are no other sounds in the shop besides our heavy, labored breathing and our lips devouring each other.
I could get lost in this moment and stay here forever, but it’s impossible. Even if this is all there will ever be, I couldn’t let the opportunity pass by without shooting my shot.
My body comes alive with her in my arms. I forgot how good it feels to kiss someone…to get lost in them.
Everything fades away as she slides her arms around my back, tethering herself to me.
I pull back, knowing we’re entering dangerous territory because it’s been years since I’ve kissed a woman with this much passion and need.
She gazes up at me with lazy eyes, puffy lips, and gasping for air.
“What the…” Her voice trails off as she blinks away the haze of lust.
