Page 64 of Blame it on the Kiss
“Honor?”
“Yes?”
“Let’s get out of here.”
She could do that. “And get naked again?”
“I think we both know last weekend wasn’t enough. We can try and ignore this pull between us, but maybe it would be better to make some new rules instead. Or better yet, fly by the seat of our pants.”
His words, as usual, were like magic. She knew how to fly. How to be spontaneous and not think too far ahead.
She jumped to her feet. “Last one to the car is a rotten egg.”
He drove like a NASCAR driver back to her place, and ushered her inside so fast there was no way Mrs. Jamison and her spying eyes could have seen them.
Bryce’s hands were all over her as they stumbled into her bedroom. He kicked the door shut. Mouths busy, fingers searching, they had each other naked in less than ten seconds.
Honor took him in her hand, stroked him, then dropped to her knees to take him inside her mouth. His hands went to her hair, holding her head in place.
“Yes, just like that,” he groaned.
She loved the effect she had on him. Loved feeling him lose control and hearing him gulp for air. She licked him, sucked him, used her hand and mouth until he gripped her shoulders and pulled her to her feet.
“Bed. Now,” he said.
They’d made love several times now. Rushed and rowdy. Slow and steady. Careful and mindless. But this time, this time was different.
Because she was different. This wasn’t a one-night thing for either of them anymore. And with every kiss and heady surge of his hips, she felt like he was branding her, opening her eyes and mind to a new point of view. Fear she’d mess up this beautiful thing lingered, but stronger was the desire to open herself up. To follow her heart, to give her heart, and see what Bryce did with it. She’d rather he hurt her than the other way around.
He stared down at her with intensity and unabashed affection and she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, dug her nails deeper into his lower back. Their sweat-slicked bodies moved together in impossibly perfect tempo. When she exploded with soul-shattering spasms, he continued to hold her snug in his arms until her breathing slowed. Then he brought her knees up higher and rocked inside her with white-hot strokes that made her moan and gasp and took her right back to that beautiful edge of release.
She brought one arm up to thread her fingers through his hair before cupping his head and bringing his lips to hers. He devoured her mouth until she cried out another release with fearless abandon. A few moments later his magnificent body shuddered and his husky groan of satisfaction filled the room.
They lay tangled in each other until sleep came, the last thought in her head how much she loved and appreciated that he made her forget.
But forgetting about her mistakes didn’t mean forgiving herself for them and until she did that, she’d never be able to move forward.
…
Honor’s antique shop looked great compared to the last time Bryce had seen it. Items sat on shelves, small pieces of furniture were shined and placed, and the wall Honor told him not to pay attention to didn’t—
“I said not to look at it!” She practically tackled him from behind, putting her hands on his upper arms and turning his body toward the windows. “If you can’t follow one simple direction then you’re going to have to leave.”
He spun around before she could step away and attacked her mouth with his. She hesitated only a second before giving back with equal energy, her hands in his hair. She liked messing up his hair. He smiled against her mouth.
“What?” she asked, pulling back.
“Nothing.” He skimmed her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “Just that I like kissing you. Maybe we should christen this place?” He waggled his eyebrows.
“You’re insatiable.”
“Can’t help it.” He’d proven that to her all afternoon.
She fell against his chest, looped her arms loosely around his neck. “Can you resist me long enough for me to check my email and do a few other little things?”
“If I have to.” He slid his hands down her back to her very fine ass. He fought the temptation to lift her dress and cop a better feel.
“Thank you.” She moved to her desk and fired up her computer.
