My chest is heaving, my head is spinning, and I’m pretty sure if he touched me, I’d explode from the amount of heat built up inside me.
I stare at his hand.
“We’re going for a walk. Come on.”
He’s going to act like he didn’t just turn me on. Like he didn’t just press me against a tree and talk about driving his cock inside me.
Not able to process any of this, I push off the tree and avoid holding his hand, instead starting to walk and forcing him to have to catch up to me.
“Okay, going to act like you don’t want to hold my hand, that’s fine.”
“I’m not acting. I actually don’t want to hold it.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re annoying me,” I say, picking up my pace, my heart still thumping, my legs trembling beneath me.
“How am I annoying you?”
“By breathing.”
“Ahh, so you want me dead then.”
God, he’s so frustrating. Why is this my life? One drunken night and this is what I have to deal with.
Taking a deep breath, I turn to him and say, “Listen, did I kiss you last night? I did. Because you’re a good kisser and I guess it was a weak moment. I also allowed you to do other things, which was also a weak moment because I’m a woman with needs after all, but that doesn’t change anything. Okay? You’re you and doing God knows what with your summer, while I’m me and I’m trying to open a business that means everything to me. We are on two different paths and I think we just need to accept that.”
“Why won’t you just have fun for the summer? Let your hair down?”
“Because I have a job to do.”
“You realize you can do both, right?” he asks. “You can have fun and you can open a business. It doesn’t have to be either-or. But you’re so dead set on pushing me away and not allowing yourself to breathe while you’re taking on a huge project. You’re going to burn out.”
“What do you know about work?” I ask, regretting my words the minute I say them. “I’m sorry.” I shake my head. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean for that to be so rude.”
He slowly nods. “You’re right. I don’t know much about work. But I do know what obligations can do to a person and how those obligations can burn you out. This shop is your obligation for many reasons, and if you let it suck you dry, then you’re going to resent it, and you’re going to have nothing left inthe tank when it’s most important. Which is where I’m living. I resent the life I live, the one planned out for me. And the reason I fuck around so much is because when the time comes to take over the family name, I know that all the fun ends. So if you can afford to have the fun, then do it.”
With that, he leans forward, cups my chin, and tilts my head up just enough for him to kiss me right on the mouth.
It’s slow.
It’s deliberate.
And it makes me so freaking weak that I open my mouth when he opens his.
And when his tongue swipes against mine, I return it.
And when his arm loops around my waist, pulling me in closer, I loop my arm around his neck.
I want to hate him for doing this to me.
I want to push him away and yell and scream at him for even opening my eyes to…to whatever this is.
But I can’t.I want it.
And I want more of it.
I love being held by him and kissed by him.
