Conception (The Wellingtons #4) - Tessa Teevan Page 0,36
him in when we get back to my place without him thinking I’m a two-bit floozie—even if he makes me want to be. Heck, I’ve always kind of toed the line between wanting to be more Rizzo than Sandy, so why not start now, with him?
“Sure.” When I start to move over to the passenger’s side, Knox’s hand lands on my thigh and he squeezes gently.
“When you’re in my car, you’re at my side. Cool?”
No. That’s really, really hot.
I swallow, hoping I don’t sound too eager. “Cool.”
He nods, I sidle up to him, and he shifts the gear between my legs. Is it weird that this feels like foreplay?
I’m a bundle of nerves when Knox opens the driver’s door and steps out into my driveway. He leans down, taking my hand and bringing out me on the same side since I was practically wedged up against him the whole drive home anyways.
The air is silent around us except for the crickets chirping off in the distance and an occasional splash from some aquatic creature frolicking under the moonlight.
Suddenly, frolicking underneath the moonlight with Knox is all I can think about.
But once he takes my hand and intertwines our fingers while leading me towards the front door, frolicking in the bedroom is now at the forefront of my mind.
“Keys?” Knox asks when we get to the front landing.
The light is on, which must’ve been Knox’s doing when he went back to lock up. He waits patiently as I rummage through my purse, and then I hold the keys up once I’ve found them.
“Women and purses. I’ll never get it. Why do you need to take all that stuff with you?”
I open my mouth to answer, but he leans in and gives me a quick swipe of his lips.
“Never mind. I don’t want to know.”
His infectious grin has my own spreading across my face. As far as first dates go, I’d say this was definitely a winner.
“Thank you for tonight. Dinner, the movie.”
“I’m not sure what you watched more: me or the movie,” he teases.
I’m not going to blush. I’m not going to blush.
“You caught that, did you?” I ask.
“Maybe in the beginning… You’re lucky. Two more minutes of feeling the heat from your gaze and you probably wouldn’t know how the movie ended.”
Damn my impatience. And to hell with playing hard to get.
I slide my hands up his chest and wrap them around his neck. “Well, just because the movie ended doesn’t mean the night has to…” I say, hoping he catches my drift without me having to ask him to come inside.
Knox’s head falls slightly, and I lose his eyes. In that moment, I know the answer is no, so I let my hands fall and take a step back. But not before he catches my wrists and draws me back in.
Dark eyes peer down at me. “God, I wish I could, Amelia. I really fucking do.”
“It’s okay, Knox. I get it…” I trail off when his chest rumbles with laughter. I don’t actually get it, and he knows it.
“Babe, the only thing you should be getting is how into you I am. Whatever else you’re thinking in that pretty head of yours, forget it.”
My lips form an astonished O. Not sure why I’m surprised because I was pretty sure Knox is indeed into me, but he hasn’t kissed me since the beginning of the night, and it’s apparently no dice on my invitation inside.
“Babe, look at me,” he says, and I realize I’m staring into his chest and not at him anymore.
I don’t want to look at him. I don’t want to see the rejection in his eyes. But with one more prodding babe, I glance up and see earnest eyes gazing down at me.
“It’s just that I told my brother I’d be home tonight. He’s only here for a couple of more days, so I promised to spend some time with him before he left. He’s a pain in my ass.”
“I think it’s nice,” I tell him honestly, even though I’m a bit bummed to be going to bed alone.
He must still see the disappointment on my face. Warm hands cup my cheeks, and his eyes pierce mine. “Trust me, Amelia. The last thing I want to do is turn around, get back in that car, and leave you standing here alone, looking so damn cute.”
“It’s fine, Knox. I understand. I do. After all, we’ve got the summer, right?” I nearly cringe at the addition of the last