Imperfectly Delicious (Imperfect Series #6) - Mary Frame Page 0,55
make it all the way there. She saw me coming.
“Hi,” she says. Her smile is shy and small, but all the same, it relaxes something inside of me, a tense ball that’s been coiling inside over the past two days.
“Hi.” Now I can’t stop smiling and she’s beaming at me right back.
“Do you want some coffee or tea?” she asks. She’s fidgeting and her nerves help calm me a little because it’s not just me. I’m not alone in this.
I nod and follow her into the warmth of the truck.
She moves around the space easily, her hands going through the motions with ease, grabbing cups and pouring coffee.
I lean against the counter, watching her move. My body is swirling with a craving, an insatiable need that’s been simmering for days, a pot ready to boil over. The need shakes me to the core. I want her with abandon, with every cell of my being. But it’s too much. I want her to know exactly where I stand. I want her to know this is about more than attraction.
Slowly, she brings me a cup, stopping directly in front of me.
I take it from her and set in on the counter.
“Scarlett, we should talk—”
She shakes her head. “No.”
And then she steps into me and lifts her mouth to mine.
Chapter Sixteen
Great food is like great sex. The more you have, the more you want.
–Gael Greene
Scarlett
It happened again. He was standing there, being all handsome and smoldery in his plain old jeans and t-shirt. Every little part of him flipped a switch inside me, a sexy switch. From the stubble covering the hard line of his jaw, to his serious expression and penetrating gaze lasered on me. I can’t read him, but I want to, with my fingers. He’s like a contained tornado or something—like the intensity pulses off him and reaches into my stomach, making everything clench and want. I missed him. I missed this feeling, the butterflies and the excitement of being around him. So I take.
“I want you,” I say against his mouth.
The past couple of weeks, heck maybe the past year, has been an exercise in sexual tension and I think I’m about to spontaneously combust from pure desire.
He releases a deep and heady moan and the flame between us turns into a bonfire lit with dry wood and extra gasoline.
His mouth is an intoxicating flame against mine, licking at my lips, moving down to my neck, searing across my jaw, driving me wild. Arousal thumps between my legs. Forget foreplay. There can be no opening act. I want the final show, and I want it now.
I jump up on the counter behind me and pull him closer. It’s the perfect height for him to step between my legs and I wrap them around him, pulling his erection right where I need it most. But it’s not enough.
I reach between us, fumbling at his zipper and he pulls back slightly to help me tug his pants down. He’s wearing boxer briefs underneath and I yank at them, too, until I can grasp him with one hand.
“Scarlett,” my name is a groan laced with a plea.
“I need fewer clothes.” I wiggle on the counter, yanking my leggings down and off along with my panties. The steel counter is cold against my rear, but I barely notice it over the heat raging through my body.
I can’t wait any longer, but there’s one more thing. “Wait.” I reach over, pulling a condom out of the drawer next to us.
He frowns at it and then meets my eyes. “You just have those…there?” He’s breathing heavy, strangling back amused laughter.
“It’s a long story. I don’t, I mean, I haven’t done this here at all. Or anywhere else lately, anyway, I mean, I guess what I’m saying is despite the fact that I have twenty condoms hidden strategically around this truck, I haven’t actually been with anyone in a very, very long time.” Saying it out loud is a little scary. Vulnerable.
“Hey.” He takes my hands, kissing my fingertips and then running his palms up my arms. “Me either.”
He leans in and his soft lips brush my neck.
“Really?” He’s got to be lying, I mean, look at him. But I can’t think with him nibbling at me like I’m edible.
He pulls back, his hands cupping my face. “Really. I haven’t been with anyone in a while. Not since Marie.”