He squeezes my hand. “Yes, I have. I’ve been attracted to you since day one. Hell, since moment one. But then we agreed to work on a friendship, and I wanted to respect that and give it a try. Though I have to admit, it’s been fucking hard to see you in just that light.”
Smiling, I share, “I’ve felt the same way, Shane. Every word of what you just said about me is how I felt, and feel, about you.”
He’s beaming as he says, “Then it’s good that this happened.”
I agree, but then I tell him, “Still, I’m scared.”
He looks concerned as he asks, “What are you afraid of, sweetheart?”
“Well…” I blow out a breath. “It’s just that we get along so well, and I don’t want us to move too fast and have things just burn out. You know what I mean?”
He nods. “I do, and I feel the same way. But I have an idea to maybe keep that from happening.”
“What’s that?”
With his free hand, he smooths back his messy hair, and then he says, “I can’t believe I’m even suggesting this, but I’m thinking maybe we should take things slowly. You know, still work on our friendship and all, and no rushing into bed.”
“I’m actually a little relieved,” I admit. “I like that plan. I was thinking more or less the same thing.”
Squeezing my hand once more, he says, “Then, tough as it may be at times, slow is the order of the day.”
With a mischievous smile, I say, “Great, but I do have one question.”
He cocks his head. “Yeah? What’s that?”
Pouting, I ask, “Does taking it slowly mean no more kissing?”
“Oh hell no, girl,” he chortles. “Fuck that. If anything, it meansmore.”
Willa asks me if “taking it slowly” means no more kissing.
Is she kidding?
Now that I’ve kissed her, I want to do it again…and again…and again.
I mean, Ineedto.
That’s why I tell her, “Oh hell no, girl. Fuck that. If anything, it meansmore.”
Releasing a breath, she says, “Thank God.”
She’s so cute. In fact, she looks so adorable right now that I think we should practice some more of that kissing.
I lean forward in my lounger, and, knowing what’s coming next, she meets me halfway.
Cupping the back of her head, I kiss her slowly and languorously. But of course, our kisses quickly become more heated.
Pulling back, I breathe out, “Do you want to go inside?”
She nods vigorously. “Yes.”
The whole way as we’re heading into the house, we’re kissing and touching. It’s as if we can’t get enough of each other.
Damn, what was I thinking? This “taking it slowly” is going to be harder than I anticipated.
In the living room, we fall onto the sofa. I roll on top of her, and she maneuvers so that her legs are on either side of me.
Fuck.
