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And there’s that voice again…It’s tempting.
No.
“Don’t you ever wonder what it would be like to give in for just a moment? To see what this thing between us would feel like if we gave it a chance.”
I take a swallow of the cool beer and shake my head. Hating that I do. I wonder about him all the time. More than I can stand.
This time when I hear that tiny voice whisper, I don’t mind it at all…Maybe it’s time to stop wondering. Maybe it’s time to take away his power.
Quinn is doing that sort of sexy thing guys do when they want to emphasize how much bigger they are than you. How powerful. I’ve heard my brothers discussing the art of the carefully executed arm plant and Quinn is definitely working it like a pro. He’s not exactly crowding me, more like teasing the edge of my bubble with one arm braced against the cabinet overhead.
And I’m not going to lie. It works.
He looks good doing everything, and for once, I’m not telling myself not to notice. I’m not beating myself up for appreciating the pretty outer layer.
Instead, I take a half step back. All the better to look him over and enjoy the show.
He’s right. I’m curious about that mouth, but only because I’m ready to knock it off its pedestal. I’m tired of hating that the kiss no other can compare to came from a guy I wish I could forget.
It’s time to take back control.
* * *
Quinn
I seeit the second it happens. That shift in her eyes. In the way she looks me over… like maybe she’s trying to decide whether I’m worth it.
My heart starts to pound because this is different. Really different.
It’s uncomfortable to be sized up this way, but at the same time, it feels good to have her eyes on me. Even for this little while. That scrutinizing gaze burns up my body, scorching my chest, my neck, my mouth. She doesn’t bother with my eyes, but somehow it doesn’t surprise me.
Finally, she shrugs. Like she really couldn’t care less and, reaching for my T-shirt, tugs me down to her mouth.
What. The. Fuck?
There is no way this is real. No way she did that. No way my mouth is actually fused to hers.
Her eyes flip open from barely an inch away. Big and brown and seriously annoyed. She breaks from the… kiss? And huffs a breath.
“O’Brian, are you going to do this or not? Show me what you’ve got.”
And that’s when I come back online. When it clicks. This is my chance. Probably theonly chanceI’ll ever get with this girl. I need to make it good.
My mouth curves, because I’m a guy who thrives under pressure.
“You asked for it.”
I kiss her. I kiss herlike I mean it. Like I’ve been thinking about it from the first night I met her. And this time I’m not the one who hesitates. I’m not the one too stunned to react. I slide my fingers into the fiery strands of her hair, stroking the back of her head as I pull back just enough to murmur against her lips, “Come on, Georgie. You kissed me.”
A pause. I let my lips play over hers, feather light. A tease. A whisper of what I want, but only if she wants it too.
And then that weighted moment breaks and she’s got her hands bunched in my shirt, one at my shoulder and one at my chest. She’s pulling me into her with a little growl.
I’d planned finesse for this kiss. A controlled thing meant to show her how masterful my manly skills were. But there’s nothing controlled about what’s happening between us. This is insanity. Desperation. Heat and want and yeah, anger too.
Hers, because she hates me.
And mine, because it feels like I’ve been waiting years for her. Forever.But not like this.
