She doesn’t move away from me either. So maybe she feels the same things I’m feeling.
But I don’t want to think about anything else but her right now. I want to live in this moment.
I don’t understand what’s going on but I do know that I like spending time with this woman. She’s funny and sweet and clumsy.
She’s special.
We walk out the door and down the sidewalk to my truck and I help her inside. “You walked right?”
She nods and gently touches the kitten’s head when it lets loose a huge yawn full of sharp little teeth. I can’t help smiling.
Shoving the door closed, I run around to my truck door and head for her place. “Are you working tonight?”
“Yeah. I just need to go in and make an appearance.”
“I’ll see you there then.”
She turns to me, her gray eyes shining. “You don’t usually come in so often.”
“Gotta show everyone that I’m happy to be around my woman.”
She laughs, tossing her bright red curls. “You’ll get tired of me. Luckily this isn’t real or you would so get tired of me.”
That rubs me the wrong damn way and I pull up to her place and slam the truck into park. Running my hand along the back of the seat, I grasp the back of her neck. She gasps and stills.
Leaning closer to her, I growl, “Don’t talk about yourself like that. I don’t like it.”
“I was just kidding.”
I shake my head. “It’s not funny to run yourself down like that.” I can hear other voices even though she’s saying it and it pisses me off. She’s so confident that it throws me when she says things like that.
“I’m sorry. I guess I just don’t think bout it anymore.”
“Yeah, well, when I’m around I’m gonna remind you. You’re worth more than things like that. Hell, you’re special. Never let anybody tell you that you’re not.”
She laughs softly and I move closer to her, drawn in by those smoky eyes and that rough laugh. I’m so close I can see the flecks of blue and green in her gray eyes. So close I can hear her soft intake of breath. “What am I supposed to say to that?”
My lips are so close to hers that her breath whispers across my mouth. “You tell them to fuck right off. You don’t need to explain yourself or who you are to anybody else.”
Then my lips touch hers and it’s like fireworks in July. Color, light, sound and fury. And so much fucking happiness.
Groaning, I drag her across the seat until I can feel her plush curves against me. Can taste her, touch her, love her.
Jerking back, I lick my lips and watch her eyes open, hazy and shimmering with desire.
“I’ll see you tonight, Sugar.”
She backs away and slips out of the door, slow and cautious. Like she’s trying to avoid a tiger that’s about to maul her if she moves too quickly.
Her head bows and she nestles the kitten closer, whispering to it. I can’t hear what she’s saying but I don’t care.
All I care about it the sweet woman stumbling over her own feet to the door and the soft smile I can’t hide.
How the hell does that woman dance? She trips over air.
It’s just one more thing that completely confuses me about Posy Barker.
One more thing to fascinate me.
