The temperature in the living room felt like it had kicked up a couple of degrees. The air around us had thickened, and I knew all the damn plans I’d made for our official first date were about to be tossed out the goddamn window if I didn’t do something, and fast.
I wasn’t sure if I moved first or she did, but suddenly, our bodies collided. My hands captured the sides of her face, one slipping to the back of her head, and our lips crashed against one another.
The kiss was wet and passionate. My girl’s lips were so damn soft and full. My hands clenched tighter, holding her closer. Her soft, raspy little moans went straight through me like a really good shot of whiskey. But with her, I didn’t have a chaser, didn’t need one.Fuck no.I could live the rest of my life with only tasting her and getting lust-drunk of her kisses.
Liz’ tongue slid against my lips, and a moan vibrated through me as it plunged into my mouth while her fingernails dug into my shoulders so hard it teetered that line between pain and pleasure.
That little move of hers was enough to make me lose my damn head.
Without thinking about it, I picked her up, loving the way her long, toned legs wrapped around my middle. We both panted as our sexes brushed against one another. Her lips parted, and her breath hitched as I rolled my hips, needing to feel her just that much closer. She made the sexiest little sound, and my hands clenched against her ass.
“We should get going before I press you against the closest flat surface I can find.” I was panting hard. The filthy words slipped out before I could stop them. But I should have known better than to worry. She pulled back with bright eyes and kiss-swollen lips that were tipped upward in the sweetest, most mischievous little smile.
“I think that’s the best idea you’ve ever had.” I coughed, and she pressed her forehead against mine. “Aside from stalking me,” she teased, her breath making my lips tingle. I laughed.
Fuck me, I was hard as nails, my balls drawn tight and ready to go off like some kind of one-pump chump, and I was laughing.
Fucking laughing.
I didn’t think I’d ever laughed with a woman while kissing, most definitely never mid-make-out or foreplay or sex. But as I stared at Elizabeth, trying to catch my breath and find some kind of self-control, I could see that.
Moments so sweet and simple. Easy. Intimate.
A lifetime of them.
That’s what I wanted. What she deserved.
What we both deserved.
Curse be damned.
“You like me stalking you,” I growled, and her eyes flared.
“I don’t know about that?—“
“Yeah, you do,” I called her bluff. “You like knowing I’m so damn obsessed with you I can’t function without starting my day seeing you. Even if it means it’s from across the street.” She swallowed, and for some damn reason, I kept talking.
The air around us snapped and crackled with an undeniable energy. Something lusty. Heady.
“You write to me in your little diary.”
“It’s not a diary,” she argued quietly.” It’s a journal.”
“You write to me. Tell me all about your day. About watching me. How much you want me.”
“That’s not…” she started to deny, but I watched that attitude melt away for a moment. Those sweet little lines formed between her brows. “How would you know that?”
“You dream about me at night.” I swallowed. “You’ve wanted me to kiss you since that first time we danced the night away, and you wanted me to kiss you when I carried you home.”
“Austin—“
“You call me your stalker because that’s what I am, but I’m more than that.”
“Aus—“
“I’m yours,” I laid out. It was probably the stupidest, biggest risk I’d ever taken. Hell, we still hadn’t gone on a date, and there I was, staking a claim on the woman who had twisted my life inside out. “I’m yours. Completely.” I was probably digging my own grave deeper as I let my heart speak for me. “There is no way I could ever deny that. I couldn’t pretend I’m anything but that, so I didn’t even try.”
“Baby—“
