Page 47 of Blame it on the Kiss
She liked that. She liked it a lot. But… “I’m not going anywhere,” she said. “You should stay put and we’ll do this when the weather is better.” It wasn’t like she had any other one night stands lined up.
The doorbell sounded. Oh no. She hoped her neighbor’s yard wasn’t flooding like the last time it had rained this hard.
“You want me to stay put?” Bryce asked.
“Yes.” Honor jumped to her feet. “It’s really storming here.” Rain hit the windows in a loud, steady beat. “Hang on a sec, there’s someone at my door.”
Someone tall, dark and drop-dead handsome. Her legs shook at the sight of him. “You’re here,” she breathed into the phone before dropping her arm and taking him in. He was over an hour early, but he’d made it, safe and sound. She flung herself at him.
He wrapped her in his arms, his big, strong body curling around hers, and in that moment she knew. Knew she was in way over her head, but she couldn’t stop it.
“Hi.” His mouth brushed her temple and he inhaled, breathing her in.
She hung on to him until a sharp whistle of wind sent a chill down her body and she pulled back. “Come inside.”
“Someone told me I had to—”
She cut him off with a quick kiss, sexy stubble tickling her lips. “Hurry.”
The naughty play on his lips made it impossible not to smile in return. He moved around her. “Yes, ma’am.”
“How long have you been standing outside my door?” She took his jacket and hung it on the antique coat rack she’d bought last year.
“I didn’t think it possible,” he said, ignoring her question and taking a strand of hair at her shoulder between his fingers, “but you’ve gotten prettier since the last time I saw you.”
Definitely over her head. Especially when she stared up at him and saw the most incredible face she’d ever laid eyes on. That dimple in his chin alone made it hard to breathe, made it hard to talk.
She brushed by him to give herself a few seconds to regroup without his seductive eyes on her. Didn’t entirely work because she felt him watching her backside. And crap. She glanced down at her yoga pants and sweatshirt. Since he’d arrived early she hadn’t changed yet. Not that she had her entire closet of clothes piled on her bed because she didn’t know what to wear for him or anything.
The evidence of her indecision layered around her room embarrassed her just thinking about it. She spun around. “Can you give me a minute to, uh, change?”
He took her hand, turned it over, and rubbed his thumb over her pulse. OverFaith. “There’s no reason to be nervous around me, Honor. I got here early because I couldn’t wait to see you, but if you’re having second thoughts I can go.”
All this nervous tension wasn’t something she was used to. And now with his considerate words and insanely arousing touch, he zapped her of any semblance of control. He made her both unsure and certain at the same time.
“I don’t want you to go.”
“How about we eat something and talk first, then?”
“That sounds good.” She took a step back and turned toward the kitchen. “I’ll make us my special grilled cheese sandwiches.”
“I happen to love grilled cheese sandwiches. Want some help?”
“That’s okay. I’ve got it.” She grabbed the frying pan and needed ingredients. “Did you, uh, have a good day?” she asked. And instantly regretted the inquiry. It made her sound like his girlfriend, not his one night stand. But he had brought up talking and that was the first thing to pop into her head.
He leaned against the counter and watched her. “I did. Spent the morning on the phone finalizing a couple of client appearances, then had a lunch date. Mind if I grab a drink?”
“Date, huh? Was she pretty?” she tossed the question out like it wasn’t a big deal. In reality, her heart caved at the thought he might be on the brink of seeing someone.
“What? No.” He stepped away from her fridge. “You don’t honestly think I’d be here if it was that kind of lunch, do you?”
Honor shrugged.
His warm hands squeezed her upper arms, his chest pressed against her back, and his mouth hovered below her earlobe. “You’re the only woman I’m seeing, Honor. The only one I can’t stop thinking about.”
There he went with those words again. She had zero defenses against them. Red-hot prickles danced over her skin as her sweatshirt slid off one shoulder.
“If you knew the dirty dreams I’ve been having about you…” His lips feathered over the curve of her neck down to her bared shoulder.
