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Perhaps it’s the way he looks at me, from head to toe. Analyzing each move I make. He watches me, seeing me for every single grease-stained piece of my skin. He hasn’t shied away or asked me to change. Victor is just sitting and watching.
Somehow, he’s become more than a pain in the ass. He’s managed to get inside my head and bring out a new aspect of my personality that I’m still struggling to grasp.
Looking into the rearview mirror, he’s still following me to my little shack in the woods. My dirt driveway will give his pretty sports car a run for its money. I can’t help but to dissolve into a fit of giggles.
“I hope he bought the insurance on the rental car. One small dip and, whoops, there’s a dent.” I say out loud to myself, along with a chuckle.
The closer we get, the truth of the matter settles my laugh. I make the last right turn into my driveway. Maneuvering past the overgrown grass and trees, and drive straight up to the side of the house. A lonely light flicker from a pole that stands between my house and the garage. If you can call it a garage. It’s a building I converted into a workspace for my truck and building my surfboards. It’s barely being held up and is missing a few pieces of siding so you can see through to the inside, but it keeps the sun off me when I’m working.
Victor pulls his car in next to mine and my eyes stray from my tiny shack of a house to the ember honey skin and hazel eyes that stare back at me. Neither of us moves an inch. We just fixate on one another. His gaze never strays even when the door to his car opens, and he steps out. His movements are slow and steady, and I’m the only one he sees. I get nervous thinking about being someone’s everything, where our problems are forgotten and we only focus on each other.
My door handle clicks with the door creaking open. A loud groan popping metal still doesn’t sway his eye. Victor holds his hand forward, palm up, waiting for me. My small, calloused fingers slide over his smooth palm as it closes over my hand, engulfing every part of my skin, up to my wrist. A gentle tug encouraging me toward him. My body moves on its own accord, to the person who causes my mind to short-circuit.
My feet hit the mixture of dirt and gravel and Victor pushes me to the side, allowing the truck door to slam shut. Still, our eyes stay locked together. My lips tremble with want. He releases my hand, but I don’t miss the physical touch for a moment before his hands glide up my jaw and into the nape of my neck. My head turns up further to him when he leans closer. His lips brush against mine. My whole body vibrates with need.
“Victor,” my needy breaths come out as a moan. Begging for something-anything to relieve this pent-up neediness. “Kiss me?”
His chest puffs out with pride, causing my lips to turn up in a wide smile. Our eyes close as he closes the distance between us and gently presses his lips to mine. The cool ocean breeze flutters against my back, inspiring me to move closer to him.
He leans back slightly, allowing me to steady myself when my resolve breaks. My arms fling around his neck and I launch myself into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. Victor’s hands immediately grip my ass and his body presses me against my truck. His tongue plunges in my mouth with demand and I’m drunk on his touch.
“Inside,” I gasp between breaths. My fingers dig into his shoulders with need.
His unsuspecting strength to hold me up and walk us the short distance to my front door surprises me. For a moment, I become self-conscious when he stumbles up the shaky front steps. He relaxes his hands and lets my feet hit the wooden porch. It squeaks with our hurried movements.
I turn to unlock the door while Victor presses his body against mine. He buries his face in my hair as his fingers dig into my sides. A gentle urging to move quicker. My poor hands shake with the key before it slips in, cracking the lock open.
As the old wooden door becomes ajar, Victor quickly turns me around and hoists me back up in his arms as we stumble over the threshold. My hands grasp what was once his perfectly styled hair, twisting his short locks through my fingers.
I attack his mouth causing my lips to swell from the contact, eager to feel all of him. His erection presses behind his pants as he pulls my hips down to meet his. His strained moans fill the quiet space, rousing me to press on. My tongue trails from his mouth, his cheek, and follows up his jaw to his ear lobe where my teeth gently press against the soft flesh.
A loud grunt escapes his throat. I watch his Adam’s apple bob against his smooth, hairless neck. The aroma of mint, lavender, and bergamot gives off the sweet and spicy notes that have my mind going wild with lust. It’s a light and refreshing contrast to the harsh coconut and sunblock fragrance that I’m accustomed to. I want to drown myself in every part of him.
He kicks the door shut behind him; the echo startles the both of us.
Chapter 11
Victor
Ihave her pushed against the door, and I don’t know if she can sense this internal begging. Begging her to accept me, look at me, and give me what I need, what I crave. I was chasing a woman. Me. Victor. Chasing a woman. I’ve never needed confirmation that I am a catch. Yet, here I am, needing validation to soothe these uneasy feelings. Collins is a portal to an alternate universe and I am at the gates, on my knees, giving my soul for just… one… kiss.
Her fingers tangle in my hair at the nap of my neck. Her kiss is just as fierce. The same nervous feeling erupts, and I can feel our hearts thumping with the vibrations of excitement.
The slamming of her door jolts me to a moment of reality. I take a moment to observe her in her beachside bungalow.
Fuck, that’s enough of that.
I look down at her and can see a sense of uncertainty in her eyes. Then it hits me like a freight train. What she revealed about her past… everyone leaves.
She doesn’t belong in my world and here I am… I don’t belong in hers. We shouldn’t do this and I realize with every hard breath why she pushed me back and tried to put distance between us.
No, screw that. I want this. I want her just the way she is. Collins is so damn perfect.
My arms wrap around her body, lifting her up. I kiss her with everything I have to offer as if tomorrow isn’t promised, and all we have is tonight. The truth is, tomorrow isn’t promised, but I want to be the one who makes her smile for as long as possible. I crave every single piece of her.
I set her down and tugged at her shirt. Pushing it up to her arms as they delicately raise above her head. Tossing the worn garment behind me somewhere, her hands rip at my shirt, buttons be damned. Together, we are stumbling, laughing, and clothes discarded left and right. She pushes away from me before launching herself so ungracefully into my body. Surprised by her forwardness, I fall backward onto the bed with her in my arms and the biggest smile on my face. Rolling, I tuck her body underneath mine. Her body is so reactive to my touch that I can’t get enough. My arms encase her beneath me and I capture her lips, kissing her with urgency.
Her foot rubs against the back of my thigh, and her knee is grazing my side tingles my skin with desire. Collin’s fingers brush along my spine, softly pulling me closer. Her fingers dig into the waistline of my shorts and underwear, angrily pushing them down. I lean back, ripping the rest of my clothes from my body. Looking down at her splayed body. My palms fan out across her tan legs, tracing up, causing her to shift back and forth. Her knees press together when my fingers dip under the waistband of her underwear, sliding them down her toned limbs slowly. She tucks her hand under her bralette, pulling it over her head and tossing it behind me.
