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He spent all day texting me, and by the time I left work, I was actually considering giving this a shot. With each new message, I would smile and my heart would warm a little more, giving me hope that this could really be something. I’ve never felt anything like what I feel when I’m in Storm’s presence. Sure, I had chemistry with Adam but not like this. It’s different. It feels deeper, more meaningful, and it sounds ridiculous since I literally just met him but I feel like he could be the one.

That still scares the shit out of me but after the rush I got today, I promised myself that I’d do things differently. I’ll soak up the small moments and find happiness in the little things. I’ll stop hiding from the world and closing myself off from the possibility of love. I may be slightly jaded and that’s not going to change, but despite that, I do want to share my life with someone. My phone buzzes in my purse, and I grab it, my heart skipping a beat when I think about it being from Storm. When I manage to wrestle it out of my bag, my face lights up.

Storm:

Hi

I giggle and lean back against the door again with a sigh. It’s absolutely ridiculous that a single text from him, one simple word, is enough to have me acting like my head is in the clouds. I don’t know if it’s my earlier resolve to try again or if it’s just him but I’m not fighting this anymore. I can’t. My phone buzzes again, and I look down.

Storm:

Darlin’, you want to let me in?

I look over my shoulder to the door behind me before looking back at my phone and standing up straight. Whipping around, I yank the door open and suck in a breath. There he is, standing on my front porch in a sexy leather jacket and jeans with a fast food bag in his hand.

“Hi,” I whisper, butterflies dancing around in my stomach, and when a smile slowly stretches across his face, he steals my breath.

“Hey,” he replies, taking a step into the foyer and closing the door behind him.

“What are you doing?”

“Well, we said later,” he explains, shrugging like it should be obvious.

I nod. “Yes, we did.”

His eyes dance with humor and something more, and as he looks down at me, the temperature in the room cranks up a few degrees. “And as far as I can tell, it’s technically later.”

“Technically.”

He takes another step toward me but this time I don’t move so we’re only a whisper away from touching. My breathing quickens as I meet his eyes, and my lips part. “That still doesn’t answer my question.”

“About what I’m doing here?” he asks, his voice lower and huskier than just moments before.

I lick my lips and nod. “Yes.”

His gaze darts to my mouth, so intense that I can feel it rocking through my body. He looks at me like he wants to devour me, and I have absolutely no objections to that. Everything about him seems intense from the heartache in his gray gaze to the “don’t mess with me” aura around him, and I can’t help but imagine how incredibly good it would feel if he focused that intensity on my body. Just the mental image is enough to force a shiver down my spine.

“I really want to kiss you,” he whispers, moving a fraction of an inch closer like he can’t stop himself.

“I’m okay with that.” I rise up on my tippy toes just to get a little bit closer to him, and his eyes lock onto mine and we both freeze. Why the hell do we always get stuck in this suspended almost kiss position? It’s making me crazy. In the past three days, I’ve imagined kissing him more times than I can even count. I’ve spent hours wondering if he would be soft and gentle or if he would own my mouth with that same passion that lights up his eyes occasionally. He sighs, turning his head away from me, and I blink, taking a step back as I’m ripped from my fantasy.

“Fuck it,” he growls, using his free hand to grab my shirt and pull me into him. The bag of food falls to the floor, and his hand dives into my hair as he slams his lips down on mine. My arms go around his neck as his other hand finds the small of my back and pushes me into his body. A low groan rises up from his throat when I nip at his lips and suddenly, we’re moving. He spins us around, and my back is shoved up against a wall as he pushes against me, rubbing his hard cock against my hip.

The hand on my back creeps down, grabbing onto my ass, and I gasp, granting him entrance into my mouth, and he takes full advantage, his tongue plunging inside and tangling with my own. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I can do is hold on for dear life as he completely knocks me off my feet with a kiss. I spent so much time imagining this but it’s better than I could ever dream up. I slip my hands under his leather jacket, and he rips his mouth away as he groans and gently grabs my wrists.

“I really didn’t come here for this,” he whispers against my lips, his chest heaving with labored breaths.

My fingers dig into his chest. “You don’t hear me complaining.”

He sighs, like he’s in pain, before pulling back and meeting my eyes. “I should feed you.”

He looks over his shoulder to where he dropped the food. “Oh, shit.”

I peek over and immediately start laughing. The bag is crushed, and food is spilled out across the floor. We must have kicked it or something when he was moving me to the wall. He focuses back on me as I giggle, his eyes boring into me as my laughter slowly dies. God, I want to kiss him again but after he pulled away, I’m not sure that’s what he wants.

“How does pizza sound?” I ask instead.

“Fine but I’m paying.”