“You have the perfect view of the moonlight and the sunlight beaming off the water. Who wouldn’t want to see that every day?”
I began to walk toward her, and I instantly felt my chest clench when she puckered her lips, giving me that sultry look of hers. She was going to be the death of me, and I swore she had absolutely no clue the effects she had on me.
“I was thinking about asking this really pretty girl to go out with me tonight.” I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her body into my own. “Got any advice to offer? Because I really, really like this girl.”
“Really like?”
“No,” I corrected, “really, really like.”
“Oh, sorry,” she said with a laugh. “But my advice would be to kiss her first.” I arched my brow in question and she continued, “Kisses are always a great way to start anything, especially kisses from you.”
“Thanks for that advice,” I said, moving in closer. I watched her eyes grow hooded as I cupped the back of her neck and tugged her hair just enough to make her tilt her head backward. “Like this?” I asked just as my lips pressed against hers, and a slow, sensual kiss was shared, one that I hoped expressed just how much being with her meant to me. The moment her tongue slid along my lower lip, I began backing her toward the wall to our right. When her body was firmly pressed between the wall and my chest, I reached down and hooked one of her legs behind her knee, lifting it so that I could press into her a little harder.
She did this to me; it was getting harder to control my urges for her and the closeness I craved. The effects she had on me were uncontrollable. She was right, kisses were the key, only it was her kisses that made me weak, not the other way around. “You make it so hard to control myself.”
“What if I don’t want you to control yourself?” I practically growled at her words, grinding my erection against her, loving the way she panted within our kiss. “I don’t want to wait anymore. I just want to feel.”
“Me too.” More than anything I wanted her.
She pulled back, placing her hands on my chest and pushed back enough that she could look up at me. “Not here.” She looked over my shoulder toward the door. “The last thing I need is for your mom to find us here again, like this.”
I gripped her ass in my hand and pulled her in tighter to my body, pushing forward, making her moan as her head rested back against the wall behind her. “You mean like this?”
“Yes,” she panted. “We can’t.”
“We can,” I assured her as I kissed along her neck. “She’s not gonna come up here.”
AJ turned her head to the side, opening up the side of her neck and allowing me more space to roam. As I trailed my tongue over the pulse point in her neck, her leg tightened around my waist. “Besides,” I whispered against her throat, “I locked the door, and no one else has a key yet but me.”
Allowing my hand to sneak beneath her shirt at her hip, I began sliding my palm over her silky skin and instantly felt the chills cover her body. “We can go out if you’d rather, I’m fine with that. Or we could—”
“Stay here.” Her fingers slid through my hair as she gripped tightly on the ends. The bite of the pull on my hair triggered a deeper need inside me. “Definitely stay here.” I could hear in her voice the same hunger I felt.
“I like that choice.” I lifted her, and her legs wrapped around my waist, holding herself securely to me as I began walking toward the area near the windows. The sunset was casting a yellowish-orange glow off the lake, giving the entire space an almost sepia appearance.
“Are you sure about this?”
She nodded her head, still gripping my hair with her fingers tightly. “Positive.” She looked back at the view behind her. “I can’t think of a time or place that is more perfect than this.”
I had to agree. This was perfect in so many ways.
Chapter Eleven
AJ
“Presumptuous or hopeful,” I said as I watched Rhett lay the large blanket out on the floor near the windows. He immediately looked up at me, his mouth curving upward into a mischievous smile.
He patted the space next to his and I moved toward him, my hands shaking as I fisted them at my sides to hide my reaction.
“Why do you sound nervous?” Rhett asked as he reached out and took my hand in his. I realized then that I failed in my attempt to hide my nerves.
“I’m not nervous.” Even I could hear the shakiness in my words. When he arched one brow at me and tilted his head toward mine, I couldn’t keep myself from laughing. “Okay, fine, I’m a little nervous, but not because I don’t want tonight to happen. It’s more that I want it to be perfect, and I’m worried I won’t be—” Immediately his lips covered mine, and the words that lingered in my mind disappeared.
When he pulled back and rested his forehead to mine, for a moment we both remained silent. It was peaceful, only the sound of our breathing filling the quietness between us.
“Whether we spend the night with me just holding you or we sit up all night talking for hours, it’ll still be perfect. There’s no time limit on us, AJ, there’s no deadline. We move at the pace we want.”
I nodded, even though on the inside I was screaming No, we can’t stop, I want it now. I want it all. My inner horn-dog was showing its
