Tilting my head to deepen the kiss, I pressed my body flush against his, rocking my hips ever so slightly, and his grip tightened, his arousal apparent between my legs. I repeated the motion, slow and deliberate, hoping…no, needing him to know how badly I wanted this with him.
“Isla,” he murmured, and my heart sank.
He was going to stop. The reality of what this would do to our friendship was outweighing this incredibly sexy moment. For him. Obviously not me.
“Bedroom?” he mumbled against my lips.
Wait, what?
I didn’t even have to think about my response because my head was already bobbing my consent. He wrapped his arms around my waist and stood, just as the back pocket of my shorts started ringing.
We spoke in almost unison.
“Grandma.”
And that very sobering thought was like an emergency shut-off button. He lowered me to the ground and I fished my phone out.
“Hello.”
“Hola mijita.” Though she spoke fluent English, Grandma always allowed her native language to slip out when talking with me. “Are you at home?”
“No, I’m at Colby’s.”
“Ay bueno.” Her relief was audible. “I didn’t want to drive in this rain but didn’t want you home alone either. Do you think you could just stay there?”
“Stay here? Like overnight?”
“Si. The rain is so bad.”
I glanced at Colby. Did I want to stay the night? Absolutely. But would that be super awkward now?
“The weather will probably clear up—”
Colby sighed and grabbed the phone. “Hi, Ms. Diaz. Isla can of course stay the night. She shouldn’t be driving through a storm.” He smiled then laughed. “Yes, ma’am.” He nodded as if she could see him. “Okay, here she is.”
“I like that boy. You should marry him.”
“Grandma!”
She chuckled. “Okay, be safe.”
My face warmed because though I knew she worried about the storm, “be safe” suddenly had a whole new meaning.
“I will.”
“Te amo.”
“Love you too.”
“Bueno. Bye.”
I hung up the phone and slid it back into my pocket, not really sure what to do with myself now. Our moment had come to an abrupt halt, yet I was here for the night. Did we pretend it never happened, or pick back up where we left off? I kind of hoped for the latter.
When I finally found the courage to glance up, Colby was watching me. He didn’t look quite as confused as I felt, but he did seem to be lost in some sort of thought.
But then his expression cleared. He reached out, grabbed my hand, and silently led me down the hall, directly toward his bedroom.
This was it. The moment I’d been waiting for. The moment Colby would be all mine. Even if it was only for one night.
Chapter 2
This was happening. Whatever this was…
Maybe I was getting ahead of myself. Were we going to have sex? Just kiss? Hell, maybe he wanted to talk. Though that didn’t seem likely. Based on the way he’d eyed me when I stepped into his room, it seemed pretty safe to say that if I was willing, there would be a lot more than talking going on, and while that should have terrified me, it didn’t because everything just felt right, from the second we first kissed to the moment I followed him down the hallway.
The door clicked softly as he shut it.
I glanced around the room, eyes flitting from the bed to him then back to the bed. Should I sit? Lie? Let him decide?
Oh, this was stupid. It wasn’t like I’d never done this before. I had to make a move or he may get the wrong idea and nix it all together. Last thing I needed was to lose this one chance because I was too busy trying to decide if I should sit on his damn bed.
With my hand still in his, I sat on the edge and gently tugged him closer, which seemed to be all the invitation he needed.
His free hand moved through my hair, twirling a thick strand. As he came to the bottom he brushed his thumb along my collarbone.
“Isla…” His voice was practically a whisper, almost a question. “You—”
And again I knew I needed to clear his doubts along with the space between us. I tilted my head up in invitation and urged him forward. As our lips met, he pressed his knee onto the mattress while I lowered myself fully onto his bed. He followed, never breaking the kiss, and angled his body over mine.
But still something was off. Physically he was present. His lips, hands, everything showing his want and need, but mentally…well I wasn’t sure where he was. Since I’d made it clear I was more than willing to see where this went, the only hesitation I could imagine he’d have was the big then what? So we fool around. Maybe even have sex…then what? Was he scared I’d want a relationship? Which yes, obviously I did, but I’d gladly settle for only one night. Was he worried it’d be weird or awkward between us? And while that was a possibility, I needed Colby in my life as a friend more than anything else, so no way would I jeopardize that. So even if it killed me on the inside, I’d be Colby’s one-night, one-time friend with benefits. Now to convince him of that…even if I hadn’t truly convinced myself.