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Will grunted and shoved his hands in his pockets, the creases in his forehead standing out in the ocean’s reflecting light and making him look older than his thirty-three years. “For once, I wish she wasn’t so goddamned positive all the time. I’m scared shitless, and I can’t even talk to her about it because she says failure isn’t an option.”
I chuckled as we made our way back to the stairs. “Remember, bro, before she married you she was a Kelly. And we Kelly’s never fucking give up. Not when we set our sights on something.”
“Don’t I know it. Bunch of hard-asses is what you are.”
“Damn straight. Seriously, what were you thinking coming to a party for some random acquaintance and leaving her alone with the kids to deal with this?”
Will stumbled, and I grabbed a fistful of his shirt, leading him up the stairs and onto the porch. He shrugged me off and smoothed his shirt, leaving half the sand from the beach with him and causing the two lingering smokers to back up.
“Brush the rest of the beach off you and meet me at the car. I have to take a leak before we leave.”
Will nodded, at least trying to make himself look presentable as I stepped around him and opened the glass door, pushing past a couple gazing into each other’s eyes like idiots. I stopped to regulate my breathing, glancing back at the couple. They looked happy and in love, and it pissed me off. My temples were throbbing as I weaved through drunken happiness and celebrations, irritated I couldn’t control the emotions coursing through me.
“You,” a familiar voice said as I darted between two bodies and past a familiar red-head. Her candy-sweet scent invaded my nose like some witchy-pheromone I was helpless to ignore.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
I paused my trek to the bathroom and lifted my head to look her over. Her cheeks were flushed, and she had one hand on her hip, and a finger pointed my way. I didn’t have time to deal with her drunken antics—although my dick thought something else entirely. He didn’t get the memo we were done for the night.
“Move, please,” I gritted through my teeth, trying to sidestep her.
“I don’t think so. How dare you insinuate I’m nothing more than a drunken partier looking for a hookup?” She jabbed a manicured red nail in my chest, and I took a moment to follow her finger past her slender neck and to her face. Her eyes were clear and bright, the color of the waves at sunset, and she had a smattering of freckles across her nose.
A vivid picture crashed through my subconscious of her writhing beneath me with her cheeks flushed. A light sheen of sweat covered her face as I leaned close enough to claim her lips and count her freckles as breathy moans slipped past her mouth and her pink tongue darted out in anticipation of mine.
I allowed her to walk me backward until I felt the wall press against my back. One side of her delectable mouth ticked up like she’d gotten the upper hand in this little spat.
She has no idea who she’s dealing with.
I moved my leg the same time I batted her finger off my chest and gripped her hip, loving how wide her eyes got as I effortlessly switched our positions, so her back was pressed against the wall. Close enough to hear her intake of breath, I wedged one knee between her legs and leaned down, breathing her in.
“You still smell like Pop Rocks, making me wonder if you taste just as sweet.” I relaxed the hand balled into a fist beside her head and trailed it down her cheek to her neck. She tilted her head to the side as I leaned in further, burying my face in her scent. My tongue darted out, barely grazing the sensitive skin below her ear as she wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me closer.
“Whoa,” she breathed, running one hand up my side and through my hair. She leaned in close enough for me to see the flecks of colors in her eyes, parting her lips and waiting.
“I’m not knocking your lifestyle, Pop Rock, but I despise lying. To be honest, I’m a little glad you’re drunk because there is no fucking way you could handle what I would give you.”
I moved my hand from her hip and wrapped it lightly around her throat, tilting her head, so our foreheads were millimeters apart.
“Whatever’s on your lips is driving me wild. It’s sleek, shiny, and reminds me of how I enjoy eating pussy. If it’s not all over your face, you’re not doing it right.”
I moved my lips close, then closer to hers, loving how wide her pupils were as she scrambled for a response. Chuckling, I removed the hand from around her throat and dragged it down her neck before taking a step back and openly adjusting my dick.
One… Two… Three.
Still no response escaped those shiny lips, so I shook my head and adjusted my tie, turning around and walking swiftly to the door. Forget the bathroom, I had to get out of here.
Did I go too far?
I replayed my one-sided conversation as I remembered the intensity of her gaze and how her lips smelled. She wasn’t acting drunk when she called me out in the middle of the party in those sexy as fuck heels.
Oh shit. Maybe she’d been sober and I’d let my temper get the better of me. Again.
Balling my hand into a fist, I used it to open the door, letting the salty air ease my guilt. Maybe she was just aggressive with what she wanted, and fuck if it didn’t turn me on that she wanted me. But regardless of what me or my dick thought, my family was more important, and Will needed to get home.
He was waiting for me with his head slumped forward in the passenger seat as I slid into the car, cranking the engine, and staring at him with pity and disgust. As I backed up the winding driveway, the last thing I saw was red hair, but I turned away, leaving her and the party behind.
