With effort, I cleared my head. “Um, I just wanted to say…” I lost it then got it back again, “thanks. You didn’t have to go that far with Roam and I appreciate it.”
The air changed. Vance’s macho man forcefield clicked on and, I could swear, my body leaned into him a bit.
Then his eyes got soft and sexy. My belly fluttered.
His voice came at me, smooth as silk. “You want to thank me, you ever want to thank me, you don’t say it to me. You show me.”
I stared. “Sorry?”
He didn’t explain, he just said, “Come here.”
Without hesitation, I went to him such was the power of the forcefield.
When I made it to him, one of his arms went around my waist, his other hand twisted around and around in my ponytail, fisted and he pulled my head back gently.
Then he said, “Kiss me.”
My belly plummeted.
“Sorry?” I repeated, this time in a whisper.
His face came so close I could feel his lips against mine. “Kiss me,” he said there.
Oh crap.
I wasn’t sure I even knew how to kiss someone.
“Vance –” I breathed.
“Kiss me. Now,” he ordered.
I kissed him. I had no idea what I was doing but I just went for it. I figured it was better to get it over with because I was learning fast that Vance wouldn’t let it go.
I put my arms around his neck, grasping my right wrist in my left hand; I lifted up on my toes a bit, just as I put pressure on his neck. I opened my mouth under his, going for the gusto, but in the back of my head wondering if I should start small.
Apparently I made the right choice. His mouth opened immediately, my tongue slid inside and that was all I had to do. That was the extent of “my” kiss.
He walked me back quickly. I slammed against the wall, his fist tightened at my hair and his other hand slid down over my bottom and pressed me against him. He forced my tongue out of his mouth and slid his in mine.
It felt so damned good, I fit my body to his, pressing in close, one hand curling around his neck and the other hand pushing inside his jacket, my arm wrapped around his waist then it went tight.
It got a little hot and heavy after that. There was some groping (on Vance’s part) and maybe a few throat moans (on my part) and then his mouth tore free.
He pulled back, just an inch, and he stared at me, his eyes intense, something strange there, almost like surprise.
I stared back. We were both breathing heavily.
Finally he muttered, “Jesus.”
He could say that again.
I felt hot, everywhere, and I was pretty certain my stomach had evacuated my body.
“I should have broke in last night, woke you up, f**ked you until you couldn’t breathe. I thought about it. I should have f**kin’ done it.”
Oh my God.
He said this like he was talking to himself, still, I heard it and it flipped me out.