Conception (The Wellingtons #4) - Tessa Teevan Page 0,60
him out of the corner of her eye.
“As soon as I have you alone, I’m gettin’ you out of those shorts and takin’ you against on the porch. Wanna see you come in the moonlight, Melia.”
Knox’s whisper, coupled with the hot breath on my neck, shoots electricity throughout my entire body. I don’t turn to look at him. I tilt my head, my voice low for only him to hear. “Stop teasing me, Knox.”
His hand brushes my breasts. “You in a hurry, babe?”
My shuddering breath is answer enough. Instead of hauling me off, he saunters towards the pool table, leaving me in a puddle of lust. Sunny takes pity on me, but she really just wants all the sordid details.
I’m left counting down every minute until we leave the bar and fall into bed again. I’m also already planning my excuses for us to hole up in the house tomorrow.
Fanning my face, I turn my attention back to the jukebox, trying to get my mind of all the wicked things we’ll do later. Sunny and I can’t help but clap along when Sam gets to the Uh! part, which he naturally pairs with a hip thrust. We whoop and holler, and just as the song ends, he takes a bow then joins Joe back at the pool table. The girl turns around in her stool, seemingly surprised that he didn’t come to join her, and I just shake my head when I catch Sam’s eye and he winks.
It’s not long before she’s walking over to the jukebox, lingering as she goes through each disc as if she’s reading some ancient Greek text. Her waiting pays off. Sam sidles up to her, fling an arm on top of the jukebox,. Floppy brown hair falls in his face, and he offers her an award-winning smile.
Two minutes later, he’s leading her to a booth in the back corner.
“And another one bites the dust,” Sunny chirps, holding a shot glass up towards Sam, who just shoots her a charming grin back. “Our little Sammy’s growing up. Maybe he’ll actually get past second base with this one.”
I promptly spew out the sip I just took. “Sam?” I choke out.
“That’s a conversation for another day. For now, let’s just cross our fingers and toes and pray this heat wave brings us as much good luck as it’s brought you.” She winks. “Don’t look now, but that tall drink of water whose been staring at your tits all day keeps tossing glances your way. Pretty sure you two aren’t shutting down the place tonight.”
I want to listen, not look, but the heat of Knox’s eyes blazes across the bare skin of my shoulders. I can’t help myself. And I see that Sunny’s right, except she doesn’t know what I do. The way he’s watching me isn’t at all unlike the way he did this morning after he’d made me come multiple times.
My thighs press together and I squirm under his scrutiny. He nods towards the door and I can’t down my drink fast enough.
After quickly saying our goodbyes to the gang, Knox and I stumble out of Mickey’s. He hooks an arm around my waist, tucking me into his side. I respond in kind, placing my hand in the back pocket of his shorts, reveling in our closeness, and thinking back on how much has changed in the past twenty-four hours.
Before last night, Knox was always there, but today, it’s been different. He’s more attentive than before, or perhaps I’m just noticing it more. Little touches all throughout the day. Light kisses on my neck, my shoulders, and even my temple on occasion. His fingers nearly always find mine, entwining them, even if it’s just our pinkies keeping us linked.
It reminds me of what he told me the night of our first date: that every time he sees me, he wants me more. And after a week of teasing, last night unleashed something inside him to where he can’t get enough. He can’t seem to keep his hands off me, much to Sunny’s delight. Fingers trace across my skin almost unconsciously, and every time it sends shivers down my spine, Knox whispers naughty words into my ear that make me want to drag him back to my place and have my wicked way with him. Hell, he makes me want to do what I said—hole up in the lake house for the rest of the summer and not come up for air until it’s time to go