“Hey,” I said when I opened the door, looking up at the freaking gorgeous god who was standing on my front porch.
His eyes roved over my body (twice!) before his eyes met mine and, oh my, it didn’t take a genius to read what was in those eyes of his. Flat-out lust burned from them which made me let out a little gasp. “Hey, beautiful.”
My face flamed red hot and I had to tell myself to stay calm. Easier said than done. Jeez. “Hey. Uh, you ready?”
“As I’ll ever be,” he answered with a grin, then took the towels from me tucking them under his arm then grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door as I tugged it closed behind me with my other hand. Then he executed some kind of yank on the hand he was holding and I ended up flush against his body where my palms landed against his rock hard chest. Holy cow. He wrapped his arm around me, his hand resting just above my butt, his fingers clamping onto the crocheted material of my cover-up and pulled me against him. “I take it back. I’ve been ready since Wednesday.” His head dipped closer to mine as he said this until his lips were now against mine and I felt them move when he said, “Dreamed how you’d look and it doesn’t fucking come close. You’re stunning, Celeste.” Then he kissed me. And, man-oh-man, could he kiss. It started slow with just his mouth on mine, which was very nice, but when I felt his tongue gliding across my bottom lip I pulled in a startled breath and that’s when his tongue entered my mouth and, well, now we were full-on making out.
Even as my brain was screaming at me to stop, one of my hands made its way up to the side of his waist as the other wound its way behind his neck where my fingers clutched his hair as our tongues twisted together exquisitely making me moan into his mouth. My moan seemed to trigger his arms into moving fast, I felt the towels drop and the next thing I knew, one arm had cinched its way around my waist holding me even more tightly to him as the other made its way up to where his hand held the side of my face. Then he buried his fingers in the hair behind my ear clutching it to keep my mouths urgently against his. Wow.
I don’t know how long the kiss lasted, a couple minutes at least I do know that much, but it wasn’t until I suddenly realized that in accordance with the motion of our kiss and the way our tongues were jousting with each other, it became clear to me that I was rocking my body into his, as in mock humping him(!), practically having clothed (kind of) vertical sex with him as my hand at his waist dug in to pull him with me in my libidinous thrusts against him and I froze. My eyes flew open wide and locked with his that had also opened when I went all statue on him but our mouths remained connected.
Then I felt him grin against my lips and I pushed him away.
“I-I’m so sorry,” I stammered, my eyes looking anywhere but at him, shocked that I’d practically molested him right there on my front porch.
He grabbed my hand and bent to get me to look in his eyes. “Baby, you have nothing to be sorry for except the fact that we stopped.” And he smirked.
I closed my eyes for a second, once again angry that I’d let him get the best of me. I had a plan to follow, darn it! It took me a moment, but when I opened my eyes, it was settled. That would not be happening again. I was going to be in charge from now on come hell or high water; I just needed to display a little confidence, whether it be feigned or real, to keep him off balance. And the displaying of the confidence had to start now. So with a little “humph” and a flip of my hair behind my shoulder I turned and walked to the blue pickup truck that was in the driveway, putting a little extra swing in my hips to tease him, maybe addle his brain a bit, which I didn’t know if it worked or not but it was worth a shot. When I was almost to the truck, I looked over my shoulder at him and said flippantly, “You coming?” As I continued walking, I thought I was being so cool until I heard him mumble from behind me, “Not yet, gorgeous,” which made me stumble on my heels. Darn it.
I reached for the handle of the pickup but he was there faster, opening it and helping me inside then closing the door. I kept my eyes on him as he walked around the front, all Tony Stark cool himself, and I envied the fact that he just exuded an amazing amount of aplomb while I had to work at it. But I could do it. I mean, I was smart. I should be able to master sangfroid even if I had to fake my way through, right?
And watching him, I knew I was positively going to have to fake it because he looked freaking hot in the white Hallervan tank top he wore over his navy board shorts. He also had a little scruff that just enhanced his already beautiful face. Lord.
“Buckle up, buttercup,” he remarked when he got in the truck giving me a wink. I did as he said as he turned the key in the ignition then backed out of the drive, asking, “That your Jeep?” when we passed it.