He leaned in, pulling my head down to kiss the hair at the top before he moved back.
“Go, baby.”
“Right, Creed.”
I got up on my toes to brush my mouth to his. He let me go. I let him go. He opened the door and I hitched the strap of my bag up on my shoulder before I headed out into the furnace.
God. It wasn’t even eight and it already had to be a hundred degrees.
I looked back over my shoulder as I walked down his walk and the heat assaulted me.
Creed was watching me move and Creed was smiling.
Suddenly, I didn’t feel the heat.
Instead, I lifted an arm to give him a finger flick before I jogged to the car, feeling my long hair swaying over the skin of my shoulders and back.
I got in my rental and drove away to take a shower and prepare to meet Creed’s kids and get wet at a water park in extreme heat.
And as I drove away, Creed stood in his open door, letting out the air conditioning and he kept watching me.
All the while, still smiling.
Chapter Sixteen
I Absolutely Do
A cool autumn day in Kentucky, seventeen years earlier, Creed is twenty-two, Sylvie is seventeen…
Creed tore his mouth from mine.
“Sylvie, baby,” he murmured.
Losing his lips, I moved mine to his neck and, I didn’t know why I did it, I just did, I touched the tip of my tongue to his skin.
Oh my.
He tasted beautiful.
“Sylvie!”
At his sharp, rough tone, I dropped my head back to the blanket Creed laid over the grass under the trees by the lake and looked up at his handsome face.
“What?” I whispered and my whisper was breathy.
He stared down at me then I felt his hand cup the side of my face, the pad of his thumb swept my lips and he whispered back, “Give me a break, baby.”
I took in a shuddering breath trying to get my heart to stop beating so hard.
I didn’t want to give him a break. I wanted to keep kissing him. No, I wanted him to keep kissing me. I wanted him to kiss me forever.
Forever.
He was that good of a kisser, for one. For another, he was Creed and he was finally all mine.
I had no idea my face made it clear I not only wanted his kisses but I wanted more. I would find out, in a way, when his hand moved away, he dropped his head and shoved his face in my neck.
“Fuckin’ hell, you’re killin’ me.”