with my tongue, licking at him, absorbing his taste. The heady scent of sea and woody smoke that was his. The hand at my neck went to the back of my head, pushing us closer, and he took the kiss from slow exploration to pounding demands. Our mouths were molded together, pressure and force and the spark of magic needed to truly bring chemical reactions to life.
Cesium and water imploding into a sea of hydrogen gas. The heat of our bodies fueling the reaction more than an actual Bunsen burner. The brilliant light of the joining glimmered behind my closed eyelids. Shimmering.
A joy I’d never felt before seemed to envelop me.
He groaned and pulled back, and my body objected. I leaned back in, determined to kiss him again, and he put a finger on my lips. “Goddamn, Violet, I can’t do this here—in a van, in a parking lot—like we are two crazed teenagers.”
I smiled because he was right but also because he hadn’t said he couldn’t do it at all, just not where we were at.
I pulled away from him completely. “Then, get your old ass out of the car so we can get the food and go home.”
He smiled the smile that had claimed me the first time I’d seen it. How had I ever thought I could put him behind me? Forget the feelings that channeled between us? It was impossible. No wonder my life had felt dull, as if there was something critical missing from it.
We placed our order, and while we waited, he leaned up against the wooden railing. When I went to stand next to him, he tugged me so I was standing between his legs. He wrapped his arms around me, burying his head in my neck and inhaling deeply. “Don’t let me screw it up, Violet,” he said quietly.
I tugged at his hair, and he lifted his head so our eyes met.
“Why do you think you will?”
“Because I don’t know how to do this. Drive a boat, I can do. Tear one apart and put it back together? No sweat. Aim a gun and hit a target? Easy-peasy. But relationships? I don’t know what that’s supposed to be like,” he said.
“Is that what you want? An actual relationship?” I asked, breath coming quicker as I looked at his lips and then back to his eyes.
He looked upset, brows creasing together. “Yes. If I just wanted sex, I wouldn’t risk everything in my life going off the rails for it. You know that as well as I do. Tell me you wouldn’t risk everyone and everything we love for just one night of sweaty, amazing sex.”
“Sweaty and amazing, huh?” I said with my lips twitching. “Promise?”
His body tightened against mine, all the way down to the parts of him hiding behind the zipper of his jeans. They called our number, and he swore under his breath.
We continued to stare at each other for a minute. Then, I laughed. My body was full to the brim with joy, and it burst free. Dawson Langley wanted me. Not only wanted me but was letting his guard down enough for it to happen. For there to actually be an us.
Dawson
WILD
“Oh, we can go slow, we don't need to rush.
I'll take the wheel, make you feel every touch.”
Performed by John Legend w/ Gary Clark Jr.
Written by Stephens / Clark / Torrey / Kohn / Kelleher / Barnes / Romans
My dick had been hard from the moment I’d walked into Mandy and Leena’s and seen Violet standing there in a pair of leggings and a sweater that barely covered her ass. She’d had her loose braid pulled forward over one shoulder, and her lilac eyes had shimmered at me. My body’s reaction was not anything new when it came to Violet.
But the possibility of getting relief after five years of wanting her was almost too much to bear. It made focusing on my job, the bomb, and what was coming next nearly impossible.
When she’d kissed me in the minivan, I’d momentarily calculated how much it would take to pull us in the back and how dark the windows were before I’d jerked myself back to reality. Daylight. In a parking lot.
Standing with her wrapped in my arms and the scent of her pouring over me while she made me promise to have sweaty, amazing sex with her was enough to make me lose myself in the middle of a crowd like some porn-watching teen. Thank God they called