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What? “I don’t follow.”
He sighs and inches closer to me, which only makes my skin prickle with awareness. I try to back away, but his hand wraps around my wrist to keep me in place. “I shouldn’t have acted that way and I’m sorry.”
He’s apologizing?
I’ve been here twice and I’ve never heard him talk as much as he has today, and I’ve definitely never gotten the chance to hear an apology from him. Is this some sort of game? I stare at him for a few minutes, then narrow my eyes. “Is that all?”
Brent blinks, then nods, but his eyes tell a different story. There’s more he wants to say and it’s like he can’t bring himself to do it. A heat I know all too well flares in his eyes as he continues studying my face and he slowly slides his hand down my wrist until his fingers thread through mine.
The action catches me off guard — just not enough to have me moving away from him. How could I when he’s looking at me like I’m the most interesting thing in the world? I’ve seen anger, politeness, but this heat? I’ve yet to experience that and it has me clenching my thighs together.
As if sensing my desire, his gaze snags onto my exposed skin and I watch as his tongue darts over his bottom lip. What is he thinking right now? I’d do anything to read his mind as he forms a trail over my body with his eyes, stopping at my lips, and I hold my breath in.
He leans closer to me and I keep my eyes wide open, not wanting to miss a single piece of this image. Is he going to kiss me, or is this all part of his plan? I’m not even sure what plan I’m talking about, considering I’m the only one with one of those on the property. I should feel guilty for that, but the only thing I can bring myself to think about is how soft his lips would feel against mine.
My heart stutters as his lips graze mine, feeling as though a ghost is touching them, but it quickly turns into something much more. I gasp at the fierceness of it, immediately opening my lips for him and curling my fists into the fabric of his shirt. He brings his arms around me, pulling me closer to him, and I’m lost.
Lost in what could only be described as a dream. There are fireworks going off, exactly the way they would in the movies, and it’s like I’m floating. I’ve never felt so alive from a single kiss. It’s consuming. With each tilt of my head, he’s right there with me, molding his lips to mine perfectly.
My pulse thumps erratically and I’m caught by surprise when my back connects with a hard surface. I open my eyes briefly, noting that we are much closer to the guest house than I had anticipated, then I close them again. His tongue pushes through my parted lips and I nearly melt at the feel of it connecting with mine.
It feels as if a million lightning bolts are bursting through my body, electrifying every inch of my being, and I bask in it. I’m not sure anything else could feel this way. Brent’s breath is hot against my skin as he pulls away and moves his lips to my jaw, marking a trail of kisses down the column of my neck until he reaches the neckline of my dress.
I’m not sure why I even put it on, but at this moment, I’m glad I did. I arch my back into him, letting the fire consume me from the inside out as he brushes his tongue over the curve of my breast. It feels like an eternity when a door slams in the distance, causing Brent to flinch away from me.
He doesn’t bother looking back as he takes hurried steps toward the noise, leaving me to stare after him breathlessly. When he gets onto the porch and spins around, I’m still standing there like a lovestruck fool with my eyes on him. I jerk out of my daze and quickly push the front door to the guest house open, breathing heavily against the wood as I close it behind me.
My hand comes up to my lips instinctively, gently brushing along the space where he was, and it’s as if he’s still there. I groan loudly, flinging my head against the surface behind me, and close my eyes. What would have happened if we hadn’t been interrupted? My center aches with the need to find out, but I know that’s not going to happen.
Judging by his reaction, I’m not sure Brent even realized what he was doing. I sigh into the empty house and make my way into the kitchen, hoping I can find something to eat since I didn’t get the chance to do that at the main house. While I heat something quick up in the microwave, I can’t stop my mind from running back to the moment outside.
I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to forget it, which is why I immediately rip my phone from my bag on the counter and find Justine’s number.
“Syd, what’s up?” Justine says after the second ring, sounding a little more like herself this time.
“God, I’m an idiot, that’s what,” I mutter while pulling my food from the microwave and sliding it onto the counter.
“You’re going to have to be more specific than that, babe.”
I groan into the line and run a hand through my waves, which I chose to do special for tonight. What the hell did I think this was, a damn date? “He asked me to come over to his house for dinner tonight with him and his son.”
“Uh huh, and?”
“I don’t know what I thought it meant, but I was definitely wrong about it.”
She clicks her tongue to the roof of her mouth, the sound grating against my ear and I pull the phone away briefly before putting it back. “Got all dressed up, huh?”
“That’s an understatement,” I mutter in response.
“How dressed up are we talking? Level one to ten.”
I glance at my attire and thread my fingers through my hair, then bring my hands to my lips which are no doubt smeared from that kiss. “Uh, seven?”
“Jesus, what happened?”
“Well, he was rude, so I ended up storming out of his house before I could even eat — which I’m really upset about because it smelled delicious — and he followed me outside.” I pause, hoping she’ll take that as enough of an answer.
She gasps. “There’s more, spill it.”
