Page 32 of She is Mine

“You’re going to be perfect,” I say fiercely, reaching over to tuck her hair behind her ear before I can stop myself. I know I’m walking on dangerous ground here, but she makes me feel like anything is possible. Touching her once felt like a distant dream, but now, here she is, right beside me, ripe for the taking. I want her so badly that I have to stop myself from throwing her onto the back seat right now and fucking her hard.

“Do I look okay?” she asks meekly, my finger still rested on her cheek.

“You look beautiful,” I say. Traffic starts moving again and I continue driving, but my hand drops itself down to her thigh. She gasps but makes no attempt to move away. I can hear my blood thumping through my ears. It would be so easy to slide my hand beneath her dress and up her leg to forbidden ground. I want to so badly...but I know that I can’t stand in the way of her going to her interview. This job is important to her. I’m not selfish enough to put myself before her.

But an idea is forming in my head, now. There’s no reason why I can’t wait outside for her. Once the interview is over, she’s free. Free to go with me wherever we want to. Free to explore these feelings that are building up inside me. I smile to myself. Her father might be there to pick her up, but I’ll be there too. And if she wants to get away, then I’ll be her escape. She and I can find someplace to be alone, someplace where we can touch each other freely. Someplace where her father can’t follow…

“We’re here,” I tell her as we pull into a parking bay by an office building. She takes a deep breath but makes no move to get out of the car. Maybe she’s wishing she could stay here as much as I am. She turns to look at me, her cheeks flushed.

“Thank you for everything,” she tells me, but she still makes no effort to move. She giggles softly. “God, I’m so nervous…”

“Do you need something for good luck?” I growl, leaning in closer. She seems to gravitate toward me too, her face hovering close to mine.

“Like what?” she breathes. And then, I can’t handle it for another second. I lean in and kiss her hard.

Our lips collide, but it feels so natural as our mouths explore one another’s. Her tongue dances with mine and my hand cups the back of her neck, keeping her close. I’m fully aware of how public we’re being, of how easily we could be caught, of the ticking clock that’s counting down to her interview, but I don’t ever want her to leave. My cock is pushing up against my pants, completely hard and ready for her tight little pussy. I want her so desperately that a growl forms on my lips and I almost give in to animal instinct…

And then I force myself to pull away.

“Good luck,” I tell her. She looks so shocked that she can’t even form a reply. After a moment, she grabs her bag and gets out of the car, rushing toward the building. I watch her go, my desire overwhelming me as the high she gave me with her kiss continues to swallow me whole.

In an hour, she’ll be back.

In an hour, I’ll have her for real.

Chapter Three

Taylor

I did everything wrong. Every single thing. How did I get so caught up in the kiss that I forgot about the interview completely? How did I get so distracted that I managed to leave Ryker behind without even saying goodbye?

I must have gone mad.

I barely paid attention throughout the entire interview. I was too shaken up by the kiss in the car. I’ve waited three years for that moment and it ended far too quickly. How the hell was I supposed to think of anything else for the rest of the day?

I know that I managed to answer the questions at the interview, but it was like I was on autopilot. I smiled at all the right moments and gave perfectly good answers to all of their questions, but I might as well have not been in the room. Every part of me except my body is back in the car with Ryker. My heart, my soul, my mind. He has them all.

Now I’m leaving, shaking hands with the woman who interviewed me, smiling as she tells me she’ll be in touch. I have no idea if I’ve done enough to get the job, but somehow, even though it was my dream to get this job this morning, it seems meaningless now. Nothing matters, but Ryker. Nothing matters but that kiss, and carrying on from where we left off. But I have no way to find him. I have no way to contact him. I feel like Cinderella running away from the ball, but unlike her, I don’t have a glass shoe to help him find me.

I rush out of the building, my heart racing. I should be looking for my dad, but I’m looking out for Ryker in his Mercedes.

I see the two cars at the same time. Ryker’s car is still parked where I left it, him leaning out of the window as he waits for me to return to him. I feel a jolt of happiness until I see the other car pulling up behind it.

It’s dads.

All my emotions wash over me at the same time. My anger at my dad for abandoning ship once again. My lust for Ryker fueling my heart, keeping it beating, keeping me alive. And it’s not just lust anymore. I know it’s something much more.

I’ve been in love with Ryker for a long time. As I watch him get out of his car, his dark eyes meet mine and I feel drawn to him. I feel my feet moving toward him involuntarily. I know I’m about to do something stupid. Something reckless. Something I can’t control.

I’m going to kiss him again.

I fall into his arms and we kiss like it’s our last chance. My arms wrap around his neck even as I hear my dad slamming the door of his car, rushing toward us. It’s a betrayal on our part, but he let me down first. How can he ever condemn my actions when I’ve spent my whole life waiting for him to make the right choices? He’s never chosen me first, so for once, I’m doing it for him. I choose me, and I choose Ryker.

“What the hell are you doing?” my dad cries out as Ryker and I finally break away from the kiss. We don’t even look at him. Our gazes are locked on one another, silently agreeing that we’re in this together, that we’ll never leave one another, that we love one another without even having to say it aloud. Later, we will, but for now, this is enough. We’re letting each other know that we’ve made our choice.

“Something I should’ve done a long time ago,” I whisper. “Ryker...let’s go.”

Ryker moves back to the car and opens the door for me, letting me in. My heart is pounding as my dad stares us down. Ryker ignores him as he moves to get into the driver’s seat. The scene we’ve made has attracted a few looks, but I don’t care. I know I’m doing the right thing for once in my life.