Just One Kiss - J. Saman Page 0,18
playful.
“London?” I question, but it comes out strange. Strangled. A hoarse whisper as I gaze directly into her eyes. Eyes that are only inches from mine. She expels a breath, the white mist coasting over my lips and I lick mine intuitively.
Everything fades. The cold. The snow. The wind.
None of it registers as I look at her, thinking about how good her lips would feel on mine. Cold and full. But her tongue would be warm, her taste sweet, and I shiver at the thought of it. At the idea of kissing her again.
But just as that thought begins to spread like wildfire, something inside of me flips. Anguish suddenly crashes down on me, extinguishing the fire that had felt so consuming only seconds ago.
She’s going to leave.
As everyone does.
Everyone leaves me and I can’t… I don’t want to fall in the shadow of her again.
I survived it once, but twice?
London clears her throat, still having not spoken, but with that sound I sit her up, pushing her away from me. Stupid for allowing myself to get as close as I did.
“London?” I repeat her name because now I’m starting to get worried.
She shakes her head ever so slightly as if clearing something from her mind and then she nods. “You didn’t hurt me, Miles. But I think I’m going to go in. I’m cold. And suddenly very tired and my head is starting to feel foggy from the stuff I took.”
I stand up, helping her do the same as we dust ourselves off, stepping back onto the porch. I’m going to have to snow blow this tomorrow, even if the storm continues, otherwise I’ll never get ahead of it.
“If you wait a minute, I’ll help you in and up the stairs.”
“No,” she says quickly, cutting me off and backing up toward the front door.
Dammit. I really messed up.
“I can manage. You wait for Betsy. Make sure she gets in safely.” She pauses, looking back up at me and something in her expression causes me to reach for her only to have my hand drop just as quickly. “I’ll see you in the morning, Miles. Sweet dreams.”
I stare after her, unable to form the words to repeat her sentiment back to her. Because I already know I’m going to dream about her tonight. The sweetest dreams of them all.
Chapter Seven
LONDON
I think I had the filthiest dream last night. I’m blaming it on the drugs. And the heat in Miles’s eyes last night as he stared into mine, looking like he wanted to kiss me.
No, not just kiss me… devour me.
I couldn’t speak. Hell, I couldn’t move. He was like the hottest thing ever, all big, strong muscles and bright blue eyes and huge smile like I’ve never seen on him before.
I think we can blame the dimples too. And his beard.
A beard I dreamt about tickling the sensitive skin between my legs as he brought me to orgasm over and over again. Even now, still, I’m squirmy and heated and wanting.
Too bad he doesn’t want me back.
My eyes crack open slowly, my head heavy and my body slightly achy. I left the shades open on the window last night so I could wake up like this. I’m not sure if I was hoping for the storm to be over or not yet, but it’s most definitely not over.
The sky is a dark, gloomy gray and the snow is coming down in what appears to be tiny white pebbles, blowing past the glass almost horizontally.
That’s when I hear it.
The wind.
It roars and races through the siding of the house and down the chimney in the room I’m staying in. This room has a gas fireplace, unlike the massive wood one downstairs, but I was afraid to leave it on overnight.
I sit up slowly, taking stock of my body with each movement I make.
My knee still smarts, but not as bad as it did yesterday. Miles made me keep icing it and I’m grateful for that. I think it did a lot of good. My head is fuzzy and the cut on my hairline throbs, but I feel better today than I did yesterday, so that is a bonus.
Dangling my feet over the side, I look around the big, beautiful guest room and wonder if Miles is up or not.
Miles.
There is so much about that man that is unexpected. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s him who rescued me. The odds of such a wild thing happening.
He’s not a big talker. And