I don’t understand why that would be a difficult thing to admit to, but I don’t let my confusion show. “Did you live anywhere else besides New York?”
“I’ve lived various places.” A cloud very briefly passes through her eyes.
I know what secrets look like. I shouldn’t push and pry, but I want to know everything about Raven. I need to know. I can’t accept anything less than consuming her from the inside out.
Caging her body with my own, I place my forearm above her head and lean in. Our eyes connect, and I feel myself drowning in her like I did the first time we met. Her chest rises and falls inquick succession as her breathing picks up. I smirk, noticing the effect I have on her.
I hold myself still, even though I’m dying to get a taste. Again, I’m a gentleman—a damn consent king.
Raven’s consent comes when she places her hands on my stomach. My muscles contract on their own as she slides her hands up over my abs and pecs. She grips my neck and pulls.
She couldn’t have made her intention clearer if she tried, and in all honesty, neither could I.
I dip my head but keep my movements slow, drawing out the anticipation. Raven pulls harder, but she’s a small thing. I have more muscle in my right pinky.
When our lips meet, I swear it’s like a damn romance novel. I get that feeling in my chest again. A feeling that seems to only happen with her.
Our lips move together in a progressive rhythm. I’m desperate to touch her, to feel the way her tits would bounce when I thrust into her. But I know that if I were to touch her now, I wouldn’t stop, and her son is inside.
Instead, I put my other forearm on the door, allowing me to lean in further. But I keep a minuscule amount of air between my body and hers. I can’t rush this. I don’twantto rush it. So, I bask in the moment. I relish the soft feel of her lips and the passion behind them.
Breaking our connection, I rest my forehead on hers. My breaths are coming out faster now, matching hers.
We don’t say anything. No regrets and no embarrassment. Just two people savoring the spark between them.
When I finally get my faculties under control, I lean my head back far enough to see her deep blues. “Welcome to the neighborhood…neighbor,” I say with a smirk.
Her mouth gapes wide. She lives in the corner house, so it’s not hard to figure out which house is mine.
“So, you live there,” she deduces and points. “And I live here.” She points to her own house.
“That’s right.”
Raven’s lips round as she says, “Oh.”
I finally pull back all the way, spin on my heel, and aim straight for my truck. It feels ridiculous starting my car only to drive over one house. But I can’t block her car in her driveway.
Turning off the engine, my eyes wander to Raven’s front door. She’s still there, but she’s staring right at me. Her eyes impossibly wide and her hand over her mouth.
That’s right, Sunshine. You’re not gonna get rid of me that easily.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
GRIFFIN
Cracking my neck, I walk through the entrance into The Wandering Raven. Knox and I just got done with anotherguestin the barn. I was more of an active participant this time around, which isn’t something I do often. But this one had a mouth on him, and I wanted to send a message. Don’t fuck with the Montgomery brothers.
However, the soreness of my muscles is a reminder that I’m not twenty anymore.
A quick glance around the room shows me that a few customers have wandered in for a late lunch. But there’s a certain spot that’s vacant, and it shouldn’t be.
My brows draw together as I stomp right for Benny. “Where’s Raven?”
Benny rolls his eyes. “No need to fly off the handle.”
I don’t heed his advice. “Where?”
Benny nods his head toward the hallway, and I follow his direction. I’m about to turn the corner when I hear Raven talking, and she doesn’t sound too happy.
