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As if sensing me, she turns in my direction, pales, shoves the plate with the few remaining fries away, and slides out of the booth.
“I wondered if you were coming back or if you’d gone back to the room without me.” Her clipped steps match her tone, and all I can do is smile.
Of course she’s going to lash out. She’s deflecting, daring me to mention her indulgence in a French fry but also warning me that if I dare, it won’t be pretty. Heaven forbid she fess up to eating a few measly fries and, worst of all, admitting that she liked them.
In overhearing a bit of her call with Fallon, I sense her anxiousness about us. We haven’t talked since Vail about what’s happening between us, and while I’m not one to talk things to death, Leighton needs some clarity. I get that, and I will give it to her.
We leave the diner, and once in our room, where it’s only us, it’s the perfect time to put her mind at ease.
I lean back into the door. “Was it good?”
Her purse falls onto the chair and she stares blankly at me. “What are you talking about?”
Snickering, I push off the wood and amble toward her. “Okay. If that’s how you want this to go. Fine.” Unable to resist, I swipe a finger along her lower lip to wipe away a salt crystal and where some of her pink lipstick has strayed.
A pink flush creeps up her neck. “What are you doing?”
“I’m sorry if I scared or confused you by not saying something sooner, but I’m not sorry for sleeping with you in Vail and for wanting to do it again. Whenever you’re ready. I only hope you feel the same.”
“Um. You didn’t scare me.” She juts out her chin, and it’s plain to see she’s shutting down even if what I say is something she wants. I think she wants what I do.
“You sure?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Okay. Maybe scare isn’t the right word. What would you say if I asked to kiss you now? To have sex with you?”
Her pupils flare but she doesn’t respond. Well, not with words. She bobs her head up and down, eyes never leaving mine.
While we still need to talk, to make sure we’re both wanting the same things, the teenage boy in me, my lizard brain, wants what it wants. Leighton. Now.
23
LEIGHTON
“Leighton, I need you to tell me what you want.” Tom glides his warm hand around the nape of my neck and leans in closer.
His soft, full lips are in kissing distance. I could run my tongue along the seam of his mouth and take what I want. But the call of my name pulls me from my lust-drunk state.
Tom stares down at me expectantly, and I nod again before I remember I need to say the words. “Um, yes. I want you to kiss me. I want sex.” My hands latch on to his shoulders, and the rugged strength of him gives me the courage to add, “I want you.”
He kisses me softly at first, but the union of our mouths quickly shifts to something more passionate, more sensual, as if we’re two lovers reconnecting for the first time in years.
I yearn to get closer to him and move in until my breasts push against his chest. He groans and digs his fingers into my neck. My hands slowly slide up his back, feeling every solid ridge and valley up to the broad expanse of his shoulders.
His hands shift from my neck and waist to hold my face as our tongues dance, and a wet, hot desire pools in my core. I want him, and even though I have my doubts, unsure what this is that we’re doing, I’m throwing caution to the wind and putting my needs first.
I want him now, and if this is all I’ll ever have with Tom, so be it. I’ll worry about mending my broken heart later.
My right hand drops to our sides, and I wedge it between us to palm his cock through his jeans.
His fingers dig into the back of my head. “Fuck, Leighton.”
He’s thick and hard, and I’m ready for whatever he wants to give me. I lick my lips and look up into his eyes, silently begging for him to fuck me like he did in Vail, like no man has ever. But before that, there’s something I want to do first. Something I’ve never done and never wanted to until now.
I drop to my knees, unbutton his pants, and unzip him. One hand caresses the side of my face and two fingers pinch my chin to hold my head in place. “Hey, Leighton, you don’t have to.”
“I want to.” My hands make fast work of loosening his jeans and boxers until both are at his ankles.
