Page 46 of Over Time Advantage

As if reading my mind, he moves his head down. His lips softly brush over mine before he sweetly kisses one corner of my mouth, followed by the other as if he’s testing the waters. When I don’t move away, his lips fully take mine.

The kiss starts gentle but firm until I part my lips. He takes it as an invitation to part them further and swipes his tongue through my mouth. His taste is invigorating; it’s minty with a little hint of beer. There’s a unique sweetness to it. It’s been less than ten seconds, and I know I’m addicted.

He then begins ravaging me, and I’m doing everything I can to give it right back to him. Our lips and tongues move in perfect sync. My body comes to life in a way it hasn’t in a long time. Years.

This epic kiss is escalating quickly. I can’t help but let out something between a moan and a whimper as I pull his head as close to me as I can.

He squeezes my hips hard like he’s trying to maintain control but beginning to lose the battle. I thread my fingers through the back of his hair, practically clawing at him to get closer. I want to climb him like a monkey.

Warmth floods my body as an instant throb forms between my legs. His hands travel down to my ass before he pulls me even tighter to his body. His erection is pressing against my stomach. I want it lower on me. Why does he have to be so damn tall?

Even though it’s our first official date, I feel like this has been a long time in the making. I’ve fantasized about this man countless times since the party all those months ago. What he would feel like. What he would taste like. What he would smell like. How he would kiss me. Now I’m finally experiencing it, and it’s exceeding every single expectation.

His tongue slowly sweeps against the inside of my lower lip, and I just about lose my mind. This kiss is stealing all my senses. I forget where I am and that there are nearly a hundred people around us.

My skirt is short, especially with my arms lifted around him. His fingers brush across the backs of my thighs, leaving a blazing trail in their wake. I silently beg for him to move them under my skirt so he can feel what he’s done to my panties.

Without warning, he breaks the kiss, leaving us both breathless with our foreheads pressed together. I notice the song has long ended, and people are line dancing all around us again to a faster beat. We stick out like a sore thumb, embracing as we are and not moving with the rest of the crowd, but who cares?

“Wow,” he breathes heavily as my head continues to spin.

Wow is right. I have to blink my eyes a few times to regain focus. What the hell just happened?

TEN

FALLON

What. A. Night.

The kiss put us both in a bit of a trance for a few minutes until the waitress tapped his shoulder to tell him our food was on the table and was getting cold. Hand in hand, he led me as we walked back to our booth to sit.

After a few moments of silence, we fell back into our Diane and Lloyd routine of chatting seamlessly and playfully. I thought it might be awkward to talk so openly in person without hiding behind the safety of a phone, but it wasn’t. It was more like old friends chatting and laughing.

We sat for hours, with neither of us wanting the date to come to an end. It felt like ten dates in one night, in the best way possible.

He’s now driving me home with his fingers intertwined with mine. He’s very touchy-feely. He maintains constant contact with me whether we’re sitting, standing, or walking. For some reason, that surprises me about him.

Jett has this tough guy exterior. He’s so big and muscular. Hell, he was a football player. He looks like a brute, but he’s not. Lloyd has been introspective and thoughtful. Sweet and caring. Finding out they’re one and the same is a mindfuck.

As we pull into my driveway, I’m torn about what I want to happen. My libido and brain are engaged in a battle. I’m beyond attracted to the man. I feel safe with him. But I haven’t had time to fully process the shock of Lloyd being Jett. Did I let him off the hook too easily? He did do something underhanded to get me to go out with him. I know his intentions weren’t malicious, but he wasn’t exactly forthcoming.

As he pulls into my driveway, he looks at me. “When can I see you again?”

I smile. “What makes you so sure you’re getting a second date, Jeffries?”

He lifts my hand and mock bites it. “You’re kind of a wiseass.”

“Better than being a dumbass,” I respond.

“That’s true,” he agrees as he places the car in park. “Maybe I should drive around a little longer so the evening doesn’t have to end,” he offers hopefully and adorably. I know he wants me to invite him inside. His eyes are pleading for it.

I turn my body toward his. “Jett, I had an amazing time tonight. I appreciate all the effort you put in. My body is screaming for me to invite you into my home, but I think I need time to process this. You did deceive me.”

He looks down and nods. “I understand. I’m sorry. Just know it came from a good place. I truly believe there’s something extraordinary between us, Fallon. I knew it that night on the balcony, and I know it now. Please give me a chance. Just one. If I mess up, you can kick me to the curb. I promise.”

I rub his arm. God damn, they’re so big and hard. My mind moves right to his workout videos. His muscles rippling. Sweat pouring from his sexy body. It takes everything I have not to invite him inside to have my wicked way with him.

I’ve been imagining him in nothing but that cowboy hat all night. How hot would he look like that?