Chapter 22: You Can't Please Everyone
Excerpt . . .
While he buys his stuff, I chew on my fingernails and try to wait patiently, but what I really want to do is grab his cute butt in the middle of the store. I grasp his hand when he’s done, and he swings it between us as we walk toward the van. He’s acting sweet, but I’m wound tight, ready to jump him. This isn’t gonna work. Damn hormones. I think.
He hits the key fob, and I slide open the back door.
I grab his belt loops and tug him forward. “You sort of want me in every way, don’t you?” I ask, feeling brave and desired.
“You have no idea,” he says, leaning in and pressing his lips to mine in a slow-going kiss that builds and builds ‘til I’m clinging to his shoulders and pressing myself against him. I want to get in this van. Like five minutes ago.
“No idea,” he says again, his strong hands splayed on my lower back. I’m just itching for him to go lower, for him to touch me anywhere he hasn’t before. I press up on my tip toes, causing his hands to slide down.
I arch into him and tilt my head back, giving him access to my neck. I love the feel of his mouth there. And the fact that he’s trembling slightly. He flexes his hands, his fingers right at the top of my butt. “You can, you know,” I say quietly.
While he buys his stuff, I chew on my fingernails and try to wait patiently, but what I really want to do is grab his cute butt in the middle of the store. I grasp his hand when he’s done, and he swings it between us as we walk toward the van. He’s acting sweet, but I’m wound tight, ready to jump him. This isn’t gonna work. Damn hormones. I think.
He hits the key fob, and I slide open the back door.
I grab his belt loops and tug him forward. “You sort of want me in every way, don’t you?” I ask, feeling brave and desired.
“You have no idea,” he says, leaning in and pressing his lips to mine in a slow-going kiss that builds and builds ‘til I’m clinging to his shoulders and pressing myself against him. I want to get in this van. Like five minutes ago.
“No idea,” he says again, his strong hands splayed on my lower back. I’m just itching for him to go lower, for him to touch me anywhere he hasn’t before. I press up on my tip toes, causing his hands to slide down.
I arch into him and tilt my head back, giving him access to my neck. I love the feel of his mouth there. And the fact that he’s trembling slightly. He flexes his hands, his fingers right at the top of my butt. “You can, you know,” I say quietly.
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