The kiss is tentative at first as we learn the feel of each other. Her lips are soft and they mold against mine. When her lips part and she lets out a little sigh filled with contentment, something breaks inside of me.
My tongue slides into her mouth and twists with hers. We explore each other and I already know this is going to be the last first kiss of my life. Greylin is the only woman I want to kiss until my dying day.
As much as I want to shout it from the rooftops, that this woman is mine, I’m afraid she’s not ready to hear it yet. Will she ever be ready?
I’m going to do everything in my power to guarantee it happens. Because now that I’ve tasted her, I’ll never get enough.
I slow thekiss down even though it’s the last thing I want. No, I want to kiss her until our lips are numb and the only things she can think about is me and the feel of my lips against hers.
But we’re also on the side of the road.
And anyone could drive by at any moment.
As much as I want to make this woman mine, to make my claim on her absolute, I have to tread carefully. The last thing I want is to aggravate my father to the point that he does something he can’t take back.
But he’s going to learn quickly that I don’t care about what he thinks anymore. Why should I? He barely shows up for me, and it’s been that way my entire life.
I’m not York, and he’s never allowed me to forget it.
It would be so much easier on me if I hated my brother, but I don’t. It’s not his fault that our dad put so many expectations on his shoulders. Sure, he could push back against it, but maybe he thinks there’s too much to lose if he does.
Like our family, small and broken as it is.
I pull back just enough to allow us to breathe, but I don’t let go of her. I can’t; the way she feels in my arms is just too good.
“I didn’t pull you over, Greylin,” I murmur against her mouth.
She jerks in my arms, and I hate the way it puts a little bit of distance between us. Her crystal blue eyes are wide and round as she looks up at me. The satisfaction I feel at the way her lips are swollen and pink from kissing me is impossible to put into words.
“What are you talking about?” She gestures toward my car. “It certainly looks like you pulled me over, Aiden,” the sass in her voice makes my cock throb with the need to be buried inside of her.
I’ll wait, but I fucking hate it.
But I’ll wait. I’ll always wait for her.
“I’m on mylunch break,” I explain to her. “It’s not official at all, I’m technically off duty at the moment, but I saw you and needed to talk to you.”
Her chin drops to her chest and she deadpans, “And you decided to flip your lights on to do that?”
I shoot her a look filled with exasperation and huff, “I wouldn’t have needed to if you had called me.” My shoulders drop and it’s not easy to keep the whine out of my voice, “Darlin’, why didn’t you call me?”
Her cheeks, already pink in the cold, darken as she glances away. She tucks a few strands of her hair behind her ear and gnaws on her bottom lip.
She can try to avoid the question as much as she wants, but it’s not going away.
“Because you were right, Greylin, we did have a good time the other night. It was the best date I’ve ever been on, first date or any date, which is why I didn’t even pretend to wait to reach out to you. You did get my note, didn’t you?”
I realize I didn’t even ask and I look at her intently, hoping I didn’t just fuck up and she never got it. But I have a feeling she did.
“Yeah,” her voice is small, “I got your note.”
“Did you not want to call me?” I sound like a hurt little boy, but the sting of knowing for sure that she got my note and still didn’t call me or text me or anything hurts.
“I did,” she breathes out and swallows hard. “I just don’t know what the point is. It’s not like anything can happen, not with your dad and his hatred of GMH. I’m not going to put you in the middle of it. It’s not fair.”
“Maybe you let me decide if I want to be in the middle of it,” my voice is husky and we get lost in each other’s eyes for a moment.
I want this woman fiercely. And I see no reason to hold back; not anymore.
