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I blow her a kiss before disappearing through the apartment door and into the hallway. Everything we discussed somersaults through my brain as I take the elevator to the first floor and walk through the lobby. As embarrassed as I was to tell Viola, it’s a relief that she knows.
I hate secrets.
As I push through the glass doors into the waning afternoon sunlight, I spot Wolf’s electric blue Mustang idling near the curb. A shiver dances down my spine as our gazes collide. That’s all it takes for the air around me to heighten and turn charged with irrepressible energy.
My mind tumbles back to the other night at the bar.
Was ditching him a smart move to make?
Probably not.
Deep down inside, I knew he’d come for me.
Once he’d secured my agreement that I wouldn’t try to avoid him, he’d walked out before returning a few hours later after practice. My skin had buzzed with awareness the entire time he was there.
Nerves wing their way to life at the bottom of my belly, threatening to escape as I pop open the door and slide onto the leather before giving him a bit of side eye. There are times when staring full on at Wolf is just too much. It sends my senses into overdrive. His green eyes hold a wealth of secrets now that we’re older.
Much like me, he’s no longer the open book he once was. The tattoos that decorate his arms, neck, and hands are all new, making him look like an entirely different person. As tempting as it is to inspect every single one of them, I haven’t. That would require me to get up close and personal.
How can I do that when I’m trying to keep him at a firm distance?
My gaze settles on his fingers that grip the steering wheel.
It seems like the safest place.
Except…as I continue to stare, all I can think about is what it felt like to have them stroking over my flesh and buried in my body. That’s all it takes for a tidal wave of heat to crash over me before pooling like warmed honey in my core. When I shift on the seat, attempting to alleviate the growing discomfort, a growl rumbles up from deep within his chest.
My eyes widen at the animalistic sound that escapes from him before slicing to his face. The heat darkening his eyes is enough to have my heart skipping a painful beat before pounding harshly beneath my breast.
He wraps his hand around my jean clad thigh. The fingers that I had just been staring at tighten, sinking into my flesh. They keep me tethered to the earth, so I don’t float off into the atmosphere never to be heard from again.
I force out an unsteady breath, trying to dispel the arousal rushing through my veins, suffusing every cell of my being. I’ve never felt attraction like this before, and I’m unsure what to do with it.
Maybe that’s not completely true.
I know exactly what to do with it, but I’m unsure how to take that next step. Or even if I’m ready for it. I’m a twenty-year-old virgin with no real idea how to proceed.
I’d meant it when I told Viola that our relationship was complicated.
“Are you ready to do this?” he asks, breaking into the chaotic whirl of my thoughts.
When I blink, unsure what he’s asking, a slow smile spreads across his lips as the look of intensity is taken down a few notches, making it possible for me to suck fresh oxygen into my lungs.
His voice dips. “I’m asking if you’re ready to drive.”
Heat slams into my cheeks that he’s able to read me so easily. When my tongue darts out to moisten parched lips, his gaze drops to the movement. As he stares, his teeth scrape across the plump lower lip as his lids turn heavy.
Any moment, I’ll self-combust.
He doesn’t say another word before shifting toward the windshield and pulling away from the curb and out of the parking lot.
I couldn’t be more aware of the man beside me if I tried.
By the time we reach the church parking lot, I feel like all of my out-of-control emotions are back under submission. At the very least, I’m hoping to fake it until I make it.
He parks in the middle of the vacant lot and another round of nerves detonates at the bottom of my belly but it’s for an entirely different reason. If I was desperately searching for something to dampen all the arousal careening through my system, the idea of sliding behind the wheel does it.
Without a word, he jerks the handle open and slips out of the muscle car before walking around the shiny hood. It’s only when he opens my door that I realize I’m frozen in place, terrified to move a single muscle.
