Supercharged Love(40)

“Ryder.” I nudge to get his attention. “Where’s Leigh?”

“Huh?”

“Leigh, where is she?” His confused look intensifies, but luckily the blonde isn’t as trashed.

“Upstairs,” she answers before turning back to stick her tongue in Ryder’s mouth. Nice.

Upstairs. Fuck. Please don’t be with another guy. Leigh isn’t like that, but I keep repeating it regardless. I’m the only one who pulls stupid shit like that. I start up the stairs and am about to start looking behind closed doors when the bathroom door opens and I pause. Leigh looks up, surprised to see me standing there. Did she doubt that I would come back? Holding her gaze, I reach for her, snagging her wrist and pull her toward me. To my utter surprise, she comes willingly, with no resistance at all.

“Tell me what I’ve done to piss you off?” I ask, taking hold of both her hands.

“I’m not pissed at you,” she replies, and for once, it seems as though she’s not. I haven’t seen a trace of her pissed-off attitude all night.

“You usually are.” All I see in her eyes is desire, burning brightly. There is no sign she’s drunk, so I don’t need to worry about taking advantage. I step even closer, gauging her reaction. She doesn’t stop me and I take hold of her waist. Now that I have her here, I don’t want anything getting in the way or interrupting us. Her breath catches in her throat. The way she’s looking at me, as if she sees the real me, past all the bullshit act.

The need to kiss her and taste her takes over from everything. My head lowers toward her, and at last, my lips brush over hers. When she doesn’t push me away, I kiss her again; my tongue runs along the seam of her lips to gain access. Her hand slides up my neck to finger my hair and she kisses me back. One of my hands fists in her hair, drawing her so close her breasts brush against my chest and my dick starts to harden.

We’re standing on the landing, desire mounting the longer we kiss, tongues dancing with each other until I can’t stand it any longer. I need her in every sense of the word. I’ve had enough of this shit. Leigh is mine, and I need to show her.

With a growl, I pull back, grab her hand, and open the door nearest us. Fortunately, it’s an empty bedroom. Not Aaron’s or his parents’ but a guest room by the looks of it. Perfect. I pull her in with me and slam the door. Wide-eyed, Leigh watches as I reach behind me to lock the door.

“You came back,” she says, as if she can’t believe it, her chest rising and falling more rapidly than I’ve ever seen.

“Told you I would.” I smile, a genuine one this time.

“But why?”

“I told you how I feel about you.” I take a step closer, itching to reach out and touch her, but one false move could send her running. Something is different about her tonight.

“Do you know how many girls I’ve watched you with?” She shoves her hands in her back pockets, an air of uncertainty about her as she watches me. I pray she’s not about to change her mind and bolt out the door.

“It’s you I want.” I’m putting it all out there; she needs to know just how much I want her. Maybe this way she’ll stay. “And you want me too.”

Desire flares in her eyes telling me she does, but for a moment, I think she’s going to deny it. A sly smile spreads across her lips and she closes the distance between us. I stand rooted to the spot, unable to do anything except watch as her fingers curl around the waistband of my jeans under my shirt. The brush of her knuckles against my stomach cause my muscles to tense.

“Now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?” she asks, tilting her head to the side, a flutter of her eyelashes and a wicked smile on her face.

“Are you drunk?” I have to ask because I am seeing a completely different Leigh Storm. Gone is the snarky, pissed-off attitude, replaced by a version I can only call playful. From the way she is touching me and smiling at me, it is driving me crazy with need for her.

She scoffs. “No. I’ve had one drink.”

“Good.”

“Good?” She arches an eyebrow, making her look as sexy as hell. Her lips are plump from my kiss and her hair disheveled from where my hand was buried in it.

“I want you to remember every single second.” I wait for a sarcastic comeback, which I don’t get. Instead, she smiles and leans up to brush her lips against mine.

“Sounds promising.” Fuck if this new version of Leigh isn’t turning me on. While I stand dumbstruck, she kisses me full on the lips and her fingers glide upwards over my stomach muscles. Growing impatient, she tugs my t-shirt upwards, and I snap out of my trance and pull it over my head before letting it drop to the floor.