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He looked at her, puzzled at the change of topic and then realization dawned followed by a sudden attack of embarrassment. She had to admit he looked damn sexy when caught off guard.
He cleared his throat and instead of saying anything, he snatched the cupcake out of her hand and peeled back the white wrapper, took a bite and then offered her one.
She took a slow bite, watching him intently.
Icing smeared across her lips and he swooped in, sucking her lips between his delicately with a groan.
His fingers played along the fringes of her top again, and like last time, he used the distraction to pull her into him. Her curves melded to his.
“I guess that cat is out of the bag,” he started in a slow drawl that reminded her of a cowboy from the old-timey movies who always measured their words. But despite the rough and rugged tone, he was a smooth talker that knew how to work her buttons.
“Growing up, I had a thing for this girl. She had the goofiest glasses and freckles across her nose and on her cheeks.” He reached between them and twirled a lock of hair around a finger. “And the prettiest fucking hair.”
Her mouth went dry like her words. Was he saying what she thought he was saying?
“I didn’t know it at the time, like most eleven-year-old boys, but I fell in love with her almost at first sight.”
He brushed a lock of loose hair over her shoulder.
He took a step closer and she mirrored his movement. “And despite all of our ups and downs over the years, I don’t think I’ve ever stopped.” His voice lowered the closer he came.
“Whiskey.” She reached between them and settled her hand on his chest. The soft material of his shirt pressed into her palms. Beneath the material she felt the hard muscle of his pecs and the hammering of his heart. He was so near she could inhale ever so slightly and have a lung full of his masculine cologne.
Of course, it wasn’t anything like what she remembered from high school. He’d always dressed nice, but this wasn’t a young boy eating half of her cupcake. They were adults now. And she appreciated every aspect of the tall, well-chiseled and handsome man who leaned in a little too close, a little too slowly. Between them, the hard feel of his cock teased her senses and brought back every vivid memory of their shared night together.
She rose to her tiptoes, closing the gap between them.
His lips moved over hers and she tasted the blueberry frosting and the man as he swirled his tongue over hers.
He rested his hands on her hips and drew out the kiss until she couldn’t breathe.
“Sweetest kiss I’ve ever had. I’m sorry I didn’t fight for this harder when I should have. Truth be told I should have never let you walk away from me so easily. You were scared your identity would be taken away with what would be demanded of you.Honestly, I didn’t know what to expect. I was stupid in so many ways.” He pulled back and whispered the words against her lips.
“I can’t really argue.”
“A first,” he teased as he pulled her against him.
“But you know what, we were both stupid in letting outside forces control us. Our love was strong and the unknown pulled us apart when your dad became ill.”
“What do you think of second chances,” he asked gruffly and she could hear the fear in his voice. She felt the same fear but he held her gaze and stood tall and firm before her, waiting.
His hands moved down the curves of her hips and slipped under her skirt to palm her bare ass. She’d worn a silk, red thong to match her skirt today and it seemed it just might pay off.
“You’re under a huge amount of stress and I’m sorry I added to it.”
He flexed his fingers and squeezed her tight ass with a groan. “I can think of a way you can repay me.”
She leaned into him and rested her cheek on his chest. He felt so good. Strong and stable. A friend, but could he be more again than a quick fling and a walk down memory road?
He pulled her back to look into her eyes. “What are we doing here, Genevieve? I don’t want to misread what you’re saying. Was last night a one-off or not?”
She chewed at the inside of her lip for a second. He already knew that she would be moving back to Pinegrove, but what about him? He was right. Were they starting something that neither of them could see through?
“I don’t know, Whiskey. Really, it’s up to you. I’m not going anywhere. And what I feel for you, the feelings you’ve stirred up in the short amount of time I’ve been back are real. I already know my body wants you, but I can feel something deeper than sex between us reforming. I can feel those emotions here.”
She rubbed over the center of her chest.
“I want to see where it goes. No promises, if you don’t want.” The tail end of her words dragged because while she wouldn’t admit it, she wanted promises, something to tie her to this town, but more importantly to the man she never stopped loving. Maybe nothing that came with a ring and vows just yet, but a promise to one another.
