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My patience is gone and I need this conversation to end. Then I do the unthinkable. I tell part of the truth. “I didn’t tell you because I have feelings for you.”
I wait for five endless heartbeats, my anxiety escalating with every thump. I know he doesn’t feel the same way. He wouldn’t. I’m as different as night and day from Jane, definitely not his type. And now I’ve told him what I never wanted him to know.
If there was a way I could simply disappear off the surface of the planet, now would the time.
I close my eyes, anticipating his reaction. What will he do? Walk out in horrified revulsion? Refuse to talk to or even look in my direction ever again? Act as if he doesn’t know me? This is going to be awkward considering that everyone knows everyone else’s business in a place this size. Oak Valley’s gossip mill is as active as any small town’s. But worse, have I lost my best friend?
But then, I receive the shock of a lifetime. Instead of thundering out of my house or telling me he loves me as a friend, I feel his hands on my cheeks. My eyes fly open to see his attention focused exclusively on my lips.
And before I’m even aware of what’s happening, he leans down and presses his mouth against mine.
Six
Harrison
I’ve lost my head. That’s the only explanation for this. But now that Trina’s flawless rosebud lips are moving against mine—I can’t believe she’s kissing me back—and I’m surrounded by her, all I want is more.
I keep catching tastes of sweetness. I don’t know if it’s her lip balm or something else, but I’ve tasted it before. Our kisses become wild, living creatures eager for more, and when she voluntarily opens for me like a baby bird, the tip of my tongue massages hers, then suckles it. And someone groans. I honest to goodness can’t tell if it’s her or me.
And then I realize the things I’d been thinking need to be said out loud. My lips are still on hers, but I start to speak, anyway. “Hey, I need to tell you… I’m glad you kicked your date out. I have feelings for you, too.”
She pulled away and looked deeply into my eyes. “You do?”
“Yes. I just want you to know.”
She blinked and nodded.
Knowing we’d have a longer discussion about that later, I let myself dive into all that was Trina. My fingers weave themselves into her coppery waves, just like they’ve wanted to for so long, and the strands are even silkier than I imagined. I peek at them as the tresses smooth along my palm and it’s like holding molten copper. Absolute magnificence.
But then, everything about Trina is a thing of magnificence to me.
Burying my nose in that hair and nipping along the shell of her ear, I’m ensconced in her scent. And again, the precise flavor and scent eludes me. I drag my lips along that hollow below her ear and over to the column of her throat, licking it, worshipping it, and it hits me all at once.
Honey. She tastes and smells like raw honey.
The acknowledgement of that spurs me on, and I loop my arms around her and pick her up.
“Harrison,” she cries in surprise, and I pause.
“Is this all right?”
“Um…” she hesitates, and I study the plumpness of her lips, swollen from my attention. I’m rock hard and know she can feel me, but the temptation to devour her is so strong I have to glance away. “It is. But do you have uh, a condom?”
I don’t.
Fuck.
I haven’t been with anyone but my wife in over a decade, and even prior to that, I wasn’t one to hound dog around much. I did carry condoms as a teen, but that’s been an eternity ago, but those were really just for show.
“No. I’m sorry.” Don’t think I’ve been quite this sorry in ages.
“Well, I’m on the pill, but just so you know, I haven’t had a ton of sex, so...”
She peers at a spot just above my shoulder as she admits this, and if she’s going to be this vulnerable with me, the least I can do is reassure her.
“I haven’t been with anyone since…” I trail off. Mentioning Jane right now feels wrong, but it’s the only way I have to tell the truth.
Our fervor has diminished in light of practicality and the obvious mention of Jane, but the second she sucks on my collarbone—forcefully enough to leave a hickey,damn—timeout is over and we’re back in the game. She’s tearing my polo off over my head as I relieve her of yoga pants and long-sleeved t-shirt.
