Page 46 of Blame it on the Kiss
This time I’m going to make you come with my hand, my mouth, and while buried deep inside you.
She darted down a small alleyway and leaned against the building, pressed her legs together.In that order?
Now what fun would it be to give that away?
How do you know I like surprises?
Let me surprise you tomorrow night.
Coop is out of town.
I’ll be over at 8.
Her stomach fluttered and her head got a little light. She’d led him to her front door, she couldn’t back out now.Okay.
I can’t wait.
The flutters moved upward and filled her heart. She left the texting at that, so delighted by his admission that her hands shook. She couldn’t wait either.
…
Bryce dropped his phone next to him on the couch and stared at the email on his laptop. Cooper Mitchell needed more time to make a decision and would be in touch soon. Honor Mitchell had made her decision and tomorrow night they’d be doing a lot more than touching.
Whether or not it was the right thing to do, he’d find out later. The fact that she trusted him made him forget about his own trust issues. She couldn’t hurt him if he kept this about the list.
And until he signed Cooper, he saw no reason not to be with her. She didn’t want a relationship, but she wanted a one night stand. No strings attached sex meant no emotional entanglement.
Really Cooper should be thanking him. Bryce guaranteed Honor got exactly what she wanted and deserved. A good guy who respected her body and wishes. A guy who would worship her and make her feel safe while he rocked her world.
You’re an idiot if you think your emotions aren’t involved.
His mind wandered to Payton. He’d cared deeply for her, but over the past several weeks he’d come to realize he hadn’t truly loved her. Not the way he’d wanted to love someone. She’d never sparked the kind of intensity needed for forever. Coming to that understanding, he’d made his offer to Honor.
He couldn’t stop thinking about her. She tied him in knots of lust and affection and he wanted to make tomorrow night good for her. A part of him planned to love her with slow, smooth strokes like he’d done on her couch a couple of weeks ago. But another part of him wanted to spread her legs wide and pound into her with unrestrained urgency so she’d know exactly how crazy she made him.
So he’d do both.
And give her a night she’d always remember before he walked away.
Chapter Eight
“I don’t think you should drive in this weather,” Honor said into her cell. She did not have cold feet. She just didn’t think it nice of Mother Nature to drop the rainstorm to end all rainstorms on her Friday night plans.
“You think a little rain is going to keep me away from you?” Bryce said, his voice warmer and more delicious than her favorite hot chocolate.
Damn him.
She drew her legs up onto the couch and tucked the blanket around her. “I’m sure the roads are a mess and it’s only supposed to rain harder.”
Okay, so she had lukewarm feet. She’d reminded herself all day this was just sex, yet she knew that was a lie. She’d agreed to sleep with Bryce because she cared about him.
Not part of the ONS rules, Ms. Mitchell.
“You worried about me?”
“Maybe,” she half whispered. Her stomach had been twisted in a troublesome knot since the downpour hit at five o’clock. Her father had been in a terrible accident on a rainy night when she was little and she’d never forgotten the trip to the hospital, her mom’s hand tight around hers, her eyes red from tears she wouldn’t let fall in front of Honor.
“Thanks,” he said, like no one had worried about him in a while. “But nothing is going to keep me from you.”
