through our rain-soaked clothes. Touching her was way more addictive than any substance I’d ever tried.
I wanted to unzip my skin and pull her inside.
Lily twisted her hands in the sleeves of my jacket and pushed back. Her eyes were wide, her voice unsteady. “This is more intense than I thought it would be. And I was banking on intense.”
I unpinned her hair and trailed my fingers over her collarbones, into the hollow of her throat. “How is intense working for you?”
She shuddered and grabbed my wrists. “More, please.”
I kissed her slowly, taking my time. My hands were on her neck, and I could feel her pulse beating in her throat. I moved my mouth across her jawline and felt it speed up.
“Wait,” she gasped.
I stopped, my mouth just below her ear. “I thought you wanted more.”
“I do. There’s just a steering wheel digging into my back.”
“Not enough real estate in here to kiss you.” I scooted over and wrapped my arms around her, cradling her, holding her as tightly as I could. “That’s a damn shame.”
“We could just go up.” She leaned back and pointed to her apartment.
I tried not to get too caught up in what arching her back did to her front.
“Although it might be too much real estate. Especially since Abi isn’t home.”
Lily. Me. Alone. Arching. I groaned.
“What was that for?” she asked.
“The way you feel, and taste, and empty real estate… sounds really tempting.”
“Yes. I’d like to take you upstairs and kiss you cross-eyed.”
“I’d like to be taken upstairs.” And do a whole lot more than kiss.
She read between the lines like a champ. “Then any real estate that involves an empty bedroom and a serious lack of supervision probably isn’t the wisest choice right now.”
“You don’t make me feel like being wise.” I touched my lips to hers again, pulled her body even closer to mine. “I want to be with you.”
“Kaleb.”
“Not because of this.” I gestured to her in my arms. “Because of you.”
A smile teased across her lips. “I have to go close up shop.”
“How long will it take you?” I asked. “I’ll wait.”
She raised one eyebrow.
“Just to make sure you get home okay.” I raised my hands innocently. “Swear.”
“It’s okay. I could be a while.” She bent down to the floorboard to retrieve her apron and slipped it over her head. “I should really do a round of baking prep before I leave.”
“I’m staying. I don’t want you here alone.” I didn’t want to give Jack any openings to do more damage.
“I do this all the time.”
“Now you don’t have to. Please. You know I’m excellent in the kitchen.”
“You’re probably excellent everywhere.”
“I look forward to testing that theory.” I grinned and leaned over to kiss her again.
“Stop,” she protested, but she was teasing. “I will resist your charms. For now. But if you want to help me bake, come on.”
“Wait.” When my phone rang, I grabbed her apron strings, not ready to let her go yet. It was Dune.
“Yeah?” I held up one finger when she giggled.
“Get over here. I managed to access the Skroll.”
The call disconnected. “I’ll help you close up shop, but no baking today. We have somewhere to be.”
Chapter 40
“Okay. We can go. We’re all good.” She hung up her apron. Before she could say another word, I slid my hand behind her head, pulling her in close for a kiss.
“Yes, we are,” I said, not letting her go.
“Do it again,” she murmured against my lips.
I did.
I helped her into the truck, backed out, and drove down Main Street, holding her hand. Pumpkins lined the sidewalk, fresh from the carving contest. They’d be illuminated through Halloween. After trick-or-treating, they’d be thrown into a fire for the Pumpkin Smash, a combination dance/bonfire/pumpkin demolition party that happened downtown.
Maybe everything would be resolved by then. It had to be.
I pulled into my driveway and parked close to the pool house. When I walked around to help Lily down from the truck, I took her hand again. “Is it okay if I hang on to this?”
“I’d prefer it.”
I held her hand all the way inside, and didn’t let go when everyone looked up from the table. Em and Michael smiled at us. Dune seemed disappointed.
“How did you manage it?” I asked, determined to concentrate on the task at hand, and not think about how smooth Lily’s skin was. “Did you just keep trying?”
“Do or do not, there is no try,” Dune said, looking wise.
Nate entered the living room, so quickly I couldn’t tell from which direction. “Seriously, you’re like… the antithesis of Yoda.”
“Oh, look at you, using the big words.” Dune clapped his hands like a proud parent.
“Okay, y’all,” Em said. “Sheathe your light sabers and let’s get down to business.”
Nate’s eyes grew as big as saucers. “I’m not going to make a ‘that’s what she said’ joke. I’m just telling you. I am not.”
I bit my tongue so I wouldn’t laugh. I didn’t want to give Lily any reason to let go of my hand.
Dune gave a saintly sigh and motioned for all of us to gather around the coffee table. “Okay. There’s a USB, so I knew it most likely needed a charge, but I went through six cords before I figured out the right sequence to use to keep it from blowing a fuse.” He grinned at Michael. “You and Em aren’t the only ones who are electric around here.”
“It’s not electricity,” Em argued. “Or chemistry. It’s physics.”
“Anyway,” Dune continued, “I knew there was more data on it than I could see. I used the biggest external drive I could buy in town, 3TB, and I still couldn’t get it to transfer or open. So I ordered this handy-dandy one from the Internet.” He tapped the top of a shiny black box. “I still only got enough to break the encryption.”
“The what?” Em had to stand on her tiptoes to try to see over everyone else’s shoulders. Finally, she just punched Nate in the arm until he moved.
“The encryption. It makes data unreadable to anyone who doesn’t have a key or password. Skrolls are super futuristic and still in development for the masses.” He touched a button, and the screen lit up. He flipped it around so we could see it and pulled a stylus out of his pocket. “Everyone sit so you can all see, and so Em will stop punching.”
Once we did, he pushed a release button on the side of the Skroll and a flat, flexible screen slid out. It looked like it was made of silicon. Images popped up all over it, and then, with the touch of another button, the backlit screen became a holographic projector. Images, documents, diaries, maps-from the most simplistic to the most advanced-spun around in the air with one touch.
“Sweet,” Nate said under his breath.
“How does it work exactly?” Em asked.
“I shall demonstrate. But I need to come clean about something first.” Dune put down the stylus. “I’ve known about the Infinity-glass for a long time. It’s sort of an obsession. So is Chronos.”
