This Much is True - Tia Louise Page 0,28
when I look at you…” Our eyes meet, and she steps closer.
An old JT song about making promises surrounds us. She puts a slim hand on my chest, and her eyes close as she smiles. “Would you dance with me?”
It’s a mistake, but I can’t seem to stop myself. My hands slide around her waist, learning the shape of her curves. Her body presses against mine, warm and soft.
Lowering my face, I inhale the side of her hair. She smells like flowers and coconut, fresh and sweet as a summer day.
She exhales a sigh. “Remember when people used to go out to bars and dance?”
My eyes close briefly, and I’m in this space of memory with her. “I haven’t danced in a long time.”
We sway side to side, holding each other.
“You’re still good at it.” Her chin pulls back, and she blinks warm blue eyes up at me.
Our gaze tangles and heats and she rises on her toes. Her fingers curl in my shirt. “I’d like to kiss you.”
Heat flares in my veins. I’ve wanted to kiss her for two days, but I’ve been fighting it. “Hope…”
Hope Eternal Hill is light and pure, and I can’t be the black storm that smashes all her dreams with my quest for revenge.
“It’s been too long.” She whispers, sliding her nose along my cheek. “For both of us.”
Her fingers trace behind my neck, into my hair, and it’s like a match striking. I push her back against the door. Cupping her cheeks, I cover her full lips with mine and devour them.
She makes a little noise, and I kiss her deeper. Her mouth opens, and I slide my tongue against hers, tasting her sweetness.
She’s syrupy whiskey mixed with a hint of coffee.
Her arms are around my neck, and her soft breasts crush against my chest. Sliding my hands up her torso, I cup them through the fabric, squeezing them and circling my thumbs over the hardened tips. She moans, and my dick is an iron rod in my pants.
“God…” I lift my chin, and her lips move to my throat.
Her tongue slides along my skin, and I’m fighting. I want to fuck her. My whole body craves it, the satisfaction I know is waiting between her thighs. It would be so easy to lift her leg and plunge deep… again and again.
Her hand is on my waist, tugging at my shirt, and I catch it. “Wait.”
Her brows clench as she looks up at me. “What’s wrong?”
Our eyes meet, and I’m hanging on by a thread. “You don’t know me.”
“I know enough.” She leans up again, putting her hot mouth against my jaw. “I know you didn’t touch me last night when I was naked in your hotel room. I know you ran into danger to protect your brother. I know you’re fighting what’s happening right now…”
“You have no idea.”
Her lips are at my ear. “Haven’t you ever been reckless?”
My hands tighten on her shoulders, and Scout’s prediction is in my ear… when we get back, you’ll ask her to stay. No.
“I’m sorry.” I have too much unresolved shit to drag her into it.
The rod in my pants will have to take a rain check. I made this mistake once, and it almost broke me.
She blinks a few times, dropping her face into her hands and exhaling a frustrated noise. “I think I must be doing this wrong.”
Stepping away from her magnetic field, I shove my hands in the sides of my hair. “You’re not doing anything wrong. Trust me.”
Squinting up at me, she smiles. “Then what are you afraid of?”
“You’re going to wake up in the morning and realize this is not what you want.” Stepping back, I open the door. “And if it’s not then, it will be eight hours later, when we’re in Fireside.”
“I think you’re wrong.” Her chin lifts.
“I think you’re drunk, and you’re seeing what you want to see.”
“I’m not drunk, and I see you better than you see yourself.”
Shaking my head, I lean the passenger’s seat forward and climb in across from Scout, who has managed to get his arm over his head again and is roaring like a grizzly. “We could go on like this all night. I need to sleep.”
Hope stands for a moment with her hands on her hips then shakes her head, climbing into the front seat. I pull Scout’s arm down before rolling up my jacket and putting it on my brother’s hip, doing my best to get comfortable.
“Would you pass me my