“I decided to embrace my time off. I would much rather watch you than be bogged down with my own work all day.”
“Creep.” She chuckles.
“Won’t deny it, sweetheart.” I wink, then stride over to her.
In a few steps, I make it to her… needing to touch her, desperate to feel her under my palm.
I’ve waited all day for even a simple pinky hold, so I wrap my arms around her waist, startling her when I bring her close, causing her to fall exactly where I want her. “Hi,” I whisper against her smooth skin, letting my lips linger, breathing in her woodsy floral scent I crave.
Goosebumps scatter across her skin as I skim my lips along the sweep of her cheek, having no plans to stop unless she tells me to.
To myself, I promised I wouldn’t push her. Though, that doesn’t mean I’m playing this cool, either. I’m putting it all out there until she realizes I’m not giving up. Especially since there is no doubt in my mind that she wants the same things I do.
Over the last two days, I’ve seen it in her eyes.
It’s impossible for her to hide it from me, yet still, she’s holding back the best she can, and soon enough, I’ll wear her down.
Her insecurities are aimed toward the women that have come in and out of my life and, unfortunately, only time will prove that my bachelor days are in the past. They’re so far gone that it feels as if there’s only ever been Belle to see.
And in some ways, that’s true.
For now, I’ll do whatever it takes to prove to her that she’s my one and only girl, the only person who’s ever made me feelmore.
“Jack.” Belle sighs softly, squeezing my bicep when I run the tip of my nose up the sensitive side of her neck.
I pull back slightly. Wanting…needing… her eyes.
The second our gazes catch, the world stops around us. It’s as if the universe was waiting for this very moment to click it all into place.
My eyes widen.
Her breath hitches.
The air crackles.
A strong, electric feeling, something beyond our control, pulls us together, and it’s this moment, this very second, that I know I will remember forever.
Unable to hold back, I lean in and press my mouth to hers, savoring the feeling of her soft, plush lips. Desire burns a hot spot in the pit of my stomach as I slowly open my mouth and let our tongues intertwine.
Belle’s arms tighten around my neck as my hand runs up and over her back, snaking my fingers through her hair, tightening my grip to maneuver her head at the perfect angle, letting our tongues seductively explore each other.
This isn’t our first kiss, but it’s the perfect one.
The one we will always remember.
I hoist her up around her waist and unsteadily walk us forward, seeking out something to keep us upright as our kiss turns frantic.
Finally, we slam into the wall, groaning as our bodies crash together. I grind my dick against her, needing to relieve some pressure before I lose my mind.
Her fingernails scrape up my neck, and as she presses her body into mine, she releases a loud whimper against my mouth.
Her knees give out; she’s unraveling. I’m there to hold her up but not stop her because, finally, we’re in this together.
I release my grip on her hair, letting my fingers glide down her side and around the curve of her breast. My thumb brushes over her nipple, which instantly hardens from the light touch.
Our tongues are tangled with deep, frenzied movements. As though lost in a trance, we haven’t stopped for even one breath—too enthralled in one another.
Again, I cup and squeeze her breasts.
