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She has to.
So, before I can stop myself, I say, “If you’re really appreciative, Maple, then thank me properly.”
I hold my breath as the smallest of smirks tugs on the corner of her lips. Her hand slides up my jaw, where she cups my cheek and pauses. Her eyes search mine while the air stills, only to turn electric as she leans in the last few inches.
Her mouth is a whisper away.
So close I can practically taste her.
Please do it.
Kiss me.
And when I think she’s not going to finish what she started, her mouth presses against mine in the most delicious fucking kiss of my goddamn life.
And I fucking melt.
I melt right there, in the seat of this stupid rental car.
Jesus Christ.
Her lips are so soft.
She kisses me, barely applying any pressure. And just as I’m about to loop my hand behind her head, she pulls away, her scent lingering around me, making me feel dazed, like I was just thrown into a whirlwind of lust and I’m expected to land on my feet.
Fuck, I want her.
I’ve wanted her for a while now. From her empathetic heart to her joyous demeanor, to that goddamn smile, to those sultry eyes. She’s captivated me.
And after seeing so much of her gorgeous skin for the last few hours, after touching her softness, hearing her small gasps, I’m desperate for her.
Fucking desperate.
I want to take you in this car. Then take you again against your front door inside your apartment. Then, once I’ve ripped this distracting dress off your body, fuck you so hard against every surface I can find that you’ll never be able to look at another man again. My tongue wants to learn your taste and—
“Night, Graydon,” she says smoothly.What?She opens her car door, snags her clutch, and gives me one more smile before she shuts the door and works her way up the stairs to her apartment. My eyes are on her ass the entire fucking time.
I drag my hand over my mouth and let out a large sigh.
Christ, what the hell am I doing?
Pursuing her.
I think I’m fucking pursuing her, and that should terrify me, but right now, when I can still feel the imprint of her lips on mine, I know for a damn fact that I’m not terrified.
No, I’m fucking burning to take her off the market…to make her mine.
CHAPTER 24
MAPLE
“This looks amazing,” I sayas I take a seat at Everly’s table and look over the stuffed French toast she spent the morning making while Hardy spent half an hour squeezing oranges.
It was fun watching them prepare the brunch they invited me to. They worked seamlessly in the kitchen, predicting each other’s moves, lending a hand without having to be asked, and occasionally running a hand over each other’s backs or subtly kissing the other’s head. It’s really sweet seeing them together.
“Thank you,” Everly says. “I saw the recipe on Instagram, and I had to try it. I just hope it’s good.”
“Smells amazing, babe,” Hardy says, leaning over and placing a kiss on her cheek.
