ChapterFour
SKYE
When Seth eventually takes his lips away from mine, I’m bereft. This only intensifies when he lifts me off his lap and puts me back on my side of the bench seat.
After sliding away from me, he opens his door. “Sit tight. I’ll be around to help you down in a second.”
To hide my embarrassment at our little interlude being over, I busy myself collecting my things from the footwell. When he opens my door, I’m all ready to make my escape, to go inside and hide.
Well, I will be as soon as I’m back on terra firma and I’m not getting there on my own.
Deciding to make this as easy as possible, I turn in the seat and put my feet on the top step. I’m expecting him to lift me down, in the same way as he’d helped me up. He, however, has other ideas, reaching in so he can tuck one arm behind my back and the other under my knees.
Next thing, I’m out of the cab and he’s using his shoulder to shut the truck door.
Rather than put me down as I’ve expected, he’s soon crunching his way up the shell path to my front door.
Really? He’s so keen to be rid of me that he doesn’t trust me to get there on my own?
To be fair, though, my legs are like jelly. If he had put me down, I suspect I’d have had to lean against the side of his truck to avoid collapsing in a puddle.
It’s only when the front security light flares that I catch his dirty grin. It’s enough to have my lady parts squealing with delight. When he swings me around on the front porch while chuckling, this only intensifies.
He leans over, and I slide down his body to the welcome mat. When he straightens, I’m not sure what is supposed to happen next. I’m out of my depth here. It’s one thing to read about guys like him in romances. It’s completely different when that six-foot-four of gorgeousness is right in front of you.
Lucky for me, Seth knows exactly what he’s about. His arm still behind my back, he bends and reclaims my lips. I’m only vaguely aware of all the carry bags dropping from my nerveless fingers.
It must be an hour later that we come up for air, although that’s most likely wishful thinking. It’s doubtless been a couple of minutes and nowhere near long enough so far as I’m concerned.
Lost as I am in a sensual haze, it takes a second for me to decipher what it is he’s just said. “I’m sorry. What was that?” I’m hardly admitting I was so busy fantasizing about how he’d look without a shirt that I hadn’t been paying attention. Now was I?
“I’ll swing by to take you to work in the morning. Would four-thirty be okay?”
I nod mutely while fumbling in my coat pocket for my keys. How could I have read the signals so badly? I could have sworn he was as into this as I was, ah, still am.
Just goes to show you how much I know about men.
SETH
It’s all I can do to put some distance between Skye and me. There isn’t a chance I want to rush this and screw it up. Sure, I want nothing more than to carry her inside and peel her clothes off her; to kiss every inch of her sumptuous body.
But I hold back. Skye isn’t like the girls I’ve dated in the past. For one thing, I want to see her again tomorrow.
And the day after. And the day after that.
There’s nothing one-night-stand about the delectable woman next to me, nothing.
Not until she’s in danger of dropping her house keys for the third time, do I step in. I’ve rattled her, that’s for sure. The only thing I’m not sure of is whether it’s because I kissed her, or because I stopped.
I could have sworn she was into those kisses as much as I was, but could that just have been a delusion? The door open, she’s about to step inside, when I put my hand out to stop her.
I jerk my head in the direction of the welcome mat. “Careful.”
There isn’t a chance I’m letting her get hurt by tripping over her pile of things.
When she bends to pick everything up, I’m a goner. Her ass is perfection. It’s round, plump, and just begging to be touched. I’m not aware of having moved until I hear her moan.
It’s a sound that cuts to my very core. Okay, and a few other parts as well. I want her so badly it hurts.
