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“When I first met you, I thought you were an air-head,” he said, his face still filled with mirth.
I gasped. “What? What would make you think…?” Oh, wait. The first time I met him, I was standing shirtless and braless in the middle of the locker room. Heat devoured my face. “I guess that wasn’t the best first impression, was it?” I fought the urge to hide my face inmy hands.
“It was defiantly memorable, at least. Don’t worry. I realized I was wrong rather quickly. Although…” He gave my outfit a pointedonce over.
“Excuse me. These pajamas are fantastic. And look at these socks!” I stepped into his space and pointed at my feet, covering my embarrassment with playful indignation. “They are both cute and comfortable.”
He looked down at my Hello Kitty-clad feet, and I wiggled my toes, making the fluffy cats dance to the soft elevator music.
“See!” I looked up from my feet in triumph and paused.
I was right underneath him.
His eyes bored into mine.God, they are beautiful. The grey stood in stark contrast against his black, wavy hair and pulled me in. They searched my eyes then flicked down to my lips. His pupils grew rapidly, almost blotting out the grey. I licked my lips nervously. He copied me, his pink tongue leaving his lips glistening.
I slowly went onto my tiptoes, swaying as if in a trance. Then his mouth parted, and I crashed lips onto his. His hands caught me around my waist as I fell into him, and he took a step back under my sudden weight. His back hit the wall, and the elevator shookaround us.
His mouth was warm and tasted of beer. Iloved it.
I licked into his mouth, and his tongue met mine. My arms locked around his neck as he crushed me closer to him.
Suddenly, he spun us around, trading places. I leaned into the elevator wall eagerly, pulling him with me until not even a millimeter of air was between us. One of his hands dropped and groped at my bare thigh. I lifted it and wrapped it around his hip. His muscles flexed, and then I was sitting on the handrail encircling theelevator.
With one hand, I scratched across his neck and dug my nails into his jaw, short hair tickling my fingers. My mouth opened wider to fully receive his tongue. He growled lightly, and my eyes fluttered under their lids.
The elevator dinged, and my eyes snapped open. It was like I was plunged into an ice bath. Reason flooded back into me.
Fuck.
I dropped my leg from him immediately and ducked out of his grip. The elevator was on my floor. I sent up a quick thanks that no one was in the hallway as I watched Kingston heave for breath, his eyes on the floor and his hands clenching at his sides as if missing my body.
I backed away slowly until I was standing between the doors of theelevators.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I mumbled in horror. That—that shouldn’t havehappened.
Then Kingston lifted his head, and my stomach squeezed. His eyes drilled into me, searching. I stared back and bit my lip, waiting for him to say something. He didn’t. His gaze dropped to my mouth, and I realized my lower lip was being worried between my teeth. I let it go and clenched my jaw.
Still silent, Kingston touched his lips, still staring at mine, then wiped away the wetness at the corners ofhis mouth.
I clenched my jaw harder. He was watching me like we were on the ice and he was trying to sneak a puck past me, reading my every twitch, trying to see inside my head.
The elevator sounded again, and the doors tried to close on me. They bounced off my shoulders and jolted me out ofmy stasis.
A second later, they tried to close again, but I stuck my arm out, holding them open. I needed to say something; I couldn’t just leave it like this. Whatever “this” was.
Unfortunately, “I’m sorry,” was all thatcame out.
Great job, Warren. Soeloquent.
Kingston finally opened his mouth, and I held my breath. “So, you’re not—”
Crap. On second thought, I was not ready for this. I let go of the elevator and stepped back. He could have stopped them again, but he didn’t. I watched as the doors closed between us, finally cutting me off from that calculating stare.
My relief only lasted until I walked down the hall to my room, scanned the key card, and closed my door behind me. Then the panic came back in full force.
Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! What did I just do? No, no, no.
I couldn’t call Mason. He was either asleep or on the phone with Drew. So I paced. I paced enough to feel a light burn in my calves then collapsed onto the bed.
