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“Yes. I’m vain that way.”
“No, not vain. You see a kindred spirit in her.”
Austen’s breathing hitches as my wandering leads me to a foot from her. I reach out to cup her cheek. She leans into my touch and nearly closes her eyes with pleasure. I smile at how much she craves affection. If she gets this overheated by my fingers on her jaw, she’s going to go absolutely fucking crazy once my lips taste her pussy.
But that’s not today. I’m just looking for a kiss. I don’t even need to involve my tongue. That can be tomorrow’s goal.
Austen doesn’t fall backward or flee when I brush my thumb across her lips.
“Just a simple above-the-neck kiss.”
Her smile is so open and thankful. I’m what she wants, but she doesn’t know how to claim me.
My lips skim hers, leaving her unsatisfied. Austen leans forward this time. She craves more. I press my lips against hers and let her adjust to the feel of me.
Austen’s hands reach for my chest before freezing and dropping to her sides. She doesn’t want to open the door to below-the-neck action. Austen really doesn’t believe I can control myself.
What she doesn’t know is back in the early days of the Steel Berserkers club, I had to hide in the Valley’s rugged lands. No electricity or entertainment, just sitting quietly and waiting for the next chance to hit our enemies. I was never a patient child, but I grew up to be a very patient man.
Eventually, Austen will learn that about me. Until then, she can obsess over her every movement. I’ll just keep us focused on the goal.
I end the kiss and smile at her. Austen looks brokenhearted to have our lips separate. That’s all I need to see to kiss her again. My lips cover hers. The kiss deepens. Austen makes a sexy little moaning sound, beckoning for more.
My fingers don’t dare touch her in any way below her throat. They do explore her jaw before sinking into her thick, soft hair. Austen inches closer. I feel her tits brush against my chest. She tilts her body, trying to enter my space without actually touching.
It would be so easy for me to wrap this beautiful woman in my arms. I could kiss her into a kind of heat she’s never known before. Austen deserves to feel passion, and I want to be the guy to light the flame in her.
Yet, when she stands so damn awkwardly, just to avoid having her body against mine, I know she isn’t ready.
My desire to make Austen mine overrides the boner she inspires. I gently free my lips from hers and step back.
“You’re making me crazy,” I say and run my hand through my hair. “And my dick hard.”
Austen stares lovestruck. A smile lingers at the corners of her lips. I love how pink her cheeks have gotten. I also take notice of her hard nipples. Austen isn’t frigid. I imagine she’ll go wild in bed if I can ever coax her clothes off.
Today is just the first step. By the time we reach McMurdo Valley, I bet I’m getting some shoulder action. In a week, she might let me enjoy her gorgeous tits. With enough patience and tenderness, I’ll soon claim every inch of her body.
AUSTEN
I sometimes hate living in my head. Nothing can simply be accepted as good fortune. I have this other voice determined to turn beauty into carnage and calm into chaos.
That’s why I can’t reach out and touch Walla Walla. Even when I finally get my long-fantasized kiss, I remain on guard and follow my insane rules. If I touch him below the neck, he might do the same. Then, he’ll realize I’m twenty pounds over my ideal weight. That’ll be the end of us.
Logically, I know I use those extra pounds as an excuse to avoid doing what makes me uncomfortable. My psychiatrist and I have spoken at length about how I always seem to gain those pounds when I know something important is coming up. This behavior has kept me from wearing a sexy dress, swimming in front of strangers, and cuddling up with a beautiful man.
Lately, I’ve been stressed about the autumn party I’m expected to attend with my mother. The socialites are always dressed so impeccably at the event. Between their personal trainers and trips to the plastic surgeon, the women’s bodies seem impossibly tight. I’d been using my mother’s trainer to get in shape. Yet, the more I worked out, the more I snacked.
“Dieting might be a mistake for you,” Doctor Elway explained one day.
Even after he pointed out how I’m prone to self-sabotage, I couldn’t seem to make better choices when stressed.
“I’m going to mess up things with Walla Walla,” I tell Coco as soon as I get her alone at the estate. “I’ll end up pushing him away.”
She gets up from her spot in my bedroom chair and walks to me. “I think it’s the water.”
“What?”
“There’s something in the local water that makes us broken in the brain. Why else do I feel the need to keep poking at Goose while you’re sabotaging things with Walla Walla? I think we’re being poisoned.”
