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So I do what I shouldn't and reach up, touching the light stubble around his jaw. I slide my hand to the back of his neck and pull him down to my lips. I kiss him with everything I have because I want to. Because I need to.
I'm being selfish again, just as I was in that hotel room, because it feels good to be.
Our lips crash together as he roughly presses me into the wall, losing the last bit of control he was grasping. His tongue sweeps across my bottom lip, and I open my mouth for him. The second his tongue touches mine, I can't help the moan that's released into his mouth. He grips the back of my thigh, pulling my legs open and picking me up, wrapping my legs around his back and anchoring me against the rough brick with his hips. I feel him hard and ready against my aching center as he flexes into me, rubbing my tights and underwear against my clit, driving me insane.
“Fuck, I needed this, D,” he whispers between kisses, running his other hand up to hold the back of my head, deepening our kiss, and it drives me past the point of reason.
I've lost myself in him again. My battles, my walls, my everything, crumble to nothing in his presence. I hate how right it feels to be with him. I want to tear down everything I've worked for and let this man I’m effortlessly falling for fulfill his promise to me, giving me his world.
His lips litter my jaw with kisses until his hungry mouth finds my neck. He kisses me like he's consuming me. Starved for the affection I'm finally allowing. My chest heaves between us as he does that little thing I love. The trailing tongue, the soft nip to my flesh, the gentle kiss to the pulsating heat of his bite. I might orgasm from that alone.
“Deck!” Candy's voice calls out from around the corner into the parking lot, and I suck in a breath, my eyes bulging.
“Fuck,” he murmurs against my neck, hanging his head.
He reluctantly sets me back down until my booties hit the gravel beneath me again.
“Oh, shit,” I whisper, running my hands through my crazed hair, quickly straightening my dress as Candy walks around the corner.
He eyes us both, pausing before his brows knit and he continues walking forward. “I knew she didn't smoke!”
My heart is attempting to lunge from my chest, and I'm sure I'll pass out from pure panic alone. While we weren't exactly caught kissing, no part of this looks good. I don't know how much Lake trusts Candy, but it must be enough because he doesn't appear nervous at all, while I'm over here practically dry heaving into the dead grass.
“What do you want?” he asks with an edge, tipping his head in frustration at his friend.
“Shots. I need shots.” Candy answers, smiling with his big, infectious smile.
Approaching us, his lengthy legs clomp across the gravel in his boots until he finally reaches us.
“Well, I'm done drinking,” Lake retorts, and for some strange reason, it turns me on. “I'm driving tonight.”
Responsibility looks sexy on him. So does the image of him taking care of me, driving me home later in his enormous, expensive-ass truck as the evening winds down. I may need to show him what Midwest road head looks like.
“Perfect,” Candy replies, then turns his gaze to me. “You're up.”
My brows lower as I look from him to Lake and back.
“Let's go lil' Cracker,” he says, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and dragging me back around to the entry of the old pub. “And no, it's not because you're white.”
Cocking my head at the strange comment, I turn my gaze to Lake next to me, who drags his hands down his face at his friend, following a step behind us, before it clicks.
“It's because I'm stale,” I grumble, still glaring at the guy who's constantly digging his own grave.
38
Dylan
Therestofthenight went better than I ever could've imagined.
Lake finally met Ashton, and something strange inside of me felt complete. My heart warmed watching a person from my past meet someone from my potential future.
Introducing Lake as my new patient felt so bland, knowing that, unfortunately for my career, he's so much more. When he shook Ashton's hand, reconfirming he was indeed working with me as his new therapist, I felt that sting again. The sting of not embracing what I felt I deserved. It was obvious to us both that it was more than the labels of therapist and patient. But what did everyone else see? What did everyone else think?
Side glances with flirtatious winks met my sneaky grins and corner lip chews. Hands brushing together beneath pub tables while bodies swept past each other too closely. We were toying with temptation, and it was my only hope no one would get eaten alive.
Ashton can get along with anyone. I've never worried about him. But Lake was still hesitant in their conversations. I noted the tension in his shoulders, the hardening of his eyes anytime Ashton brought up a memory or an inside joke that Lake looked pained not to be a part of.
Even so, he held it together, and before we knew it, everyone had taken enough shots, myself included, thanks to Candy and his exuberant display of affection for me.
