Moving in for a kiss, I saw her eyes drift shut in the last seconds before my lips touched hers. It took everything inside of me not to devour her, but I kept it clean, only a gentle graze of my touch over the seam of her lips.
Pulling back, I noticed the way her dad sat at a table a few feet away, watching us closely. “Don’t look now but I’m pretty sure your father wants to make me disappear.”
“Don’t let him fool you. My mom says that he actually respects you and thinks you’re a decent guy.”
“I’m pretty sure that was before he had to witness me kissing his little girl.”
Chloe pushed against my stomach. “I’m not a little girl.”
“Babe, you will always be his little girl. I don’t care how old you are.”
Circling my arms around her waist, I began backing up toward the dance floor when the slow song began to play. Together we swayed to the music, me lost in her beautiful eyes and her tracing circles over my jaw with the tip of her thumb.
Do you love her?
***
Her legs were wrapped around my waist, the blue material of her dress blocking the view of the pleasure we felt. Chloe’s back pressed firmly to the wall behind her as I shifted my hips forward and drove inside of her once more.
A gasp escaped her, her head falling back, making a thump against the wall.
She looked fucking gorgeous. Her cheeks flushed, her brow beaded with sweat. Both of her tits spilled out over the top of her dress, her nipples hard as they continued to tickle my chest with each movement.
Somehow we’d managed to escape the party, shortly after most of the adults had gone home, and I felt like I could kiss her exactly the way I’d been dying to do. One kiss led to another, and before I knew it, we were riding an elevator up to the second floor and barely making it inside our room. Foregoing the bed, I gripped her around the waist and pinned her to the wall just inside, which led us to our current position.
Each time I pushed into her, I could feel her tightening around me, building, growing closer and closer to release.
Do you love her?
Those same words played on repeat in my mind.
I shifted forward again, her warmth wrapping around me, making my knees weak. Moving my head closer, I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked gently. Her body gripped my cock even tighter.
The way this woman made me feel, not just now, but every single time she was near…it all led me to believe that I just might love her. Or I was falling for her, and the idea of that was scary. It was also exhilarating.
“You’re amazing.” It was a weak attempt at describing the rush of emotions I felt, but it was as close as I would allow myself to get. Now was not the time to confess a love I may only be feeling because of the endorphins. She deserved more than that; she deserved for me to be one hundred percent sure before I allowed myself to confess my love.
“I adore you, Kitten.” I pushed into her deep, making her open her eyes. I needed her to see me. “So fucking much, I adore you.”
A glassy look covered her eyes, and I felt like someone was squeezing my heart.
Do you love her?
I should have told him yes.
Chapter Thirty-One
Chloe
I was running late, caught with a patient fifteen minutes past closing time. Of all nights, it had to be when Landon was waiting on me. As if I wasn’t already nervous enough.
If going to the fire station, meeting all his fellow fireman pals wasn’t bad enough, I would be meeting a lot of their spouses and significant others, too.
The station hosted an event every Halloween. One where the children of the town were all invited. Candy, games, and more, it was a big event, and this year I had been invited to help. I had been invited as Landon Layne’s girlfriend, and I was a nervous wreck.
Rushing out of the back door, I reached into the pocket of my jacket in search of my keys only to come up empty. The door to the building was closing behind me. I knew I was too late to go back in as it locked automatically when closing.
Hanging my head, I tried not to fall apart as I began walking toward my truck, unsure as to why, considering I couldn’t go anywhere without keys.
By the time I reached my truck, I felt even more defeated. Resting my forehead to the cool glass, I banged it gently, cursing my need to be in such a rush.
“I’m a mess,” I whispered.
I didn’t know how long I stood there feeling sorry for myself when the scent of cigarette smoke filled my nostrils. Opening my eyes, I looked down and found not one but four butts at my feet. One was still burning, as if whoever was smoking it hadn’t been gone long. Stepping on it with my foot, I looked around and saw the parking lot was empty, only my truck.
I relaxed once again on the door of my truck, and something red caught my eye. My keys, on the floorboard of my truck.
Realizing that I must have dropped them when I arrived this morning, I jerked on the handle and
