or when, I would have been with Presley. I won’t lie, I put on the good boy front to protect myself. Knowing she wants to hear about Katie, about my father … that unnerves me.
“I don’t open up about that much.” My voice has a warning tone.
Presley’s eyes weigh my change in demeanor, and she moves toward me across the exam room.
“I understand that. There are things I don’t talk about much.”
Chance snorts where he lies on the table, and we both chuckle at how much we’re boring him. Presley’s on the same side of the room as I am now, and my fingertips spark with the need to reach out and touch her. We’re alone, the only two people in this whole building, and it’s too tempting.
She may have shot me down more times than I’d like to count, but that mysterious pull is still there.
“And there are things I do. Stupid things.” Presley inches closer.
Her perfume, a sweet vanilla with a zing of citrus, tickles my nose. Her steps are silent as she tiptoes toward me, and all I can do is stand here uselessly. The nerdy high school boy takes over my body, and I just can’t believe that this beautiful creature is looking at me the way she’s looking at me.
“Are you going to kiss me, Keaton?” She blinks up, her expression vulnerable.
I have to lick my lips to get the words out, my throat is so dry. “I don’t know. Last time, you didn’t want me to.”
Presley is so close now that the soft fabric of her T-shirt brushes against mine. The tiny bit of friction shoots straight to my loins.
“But now, I’m ready.”
Those two words are all I have to hear to step into her space, slide my hands into her hair, and gently tilt her head up and to the side so that I have the best angle on those full, peachy lips.
Presley lets out a soft sigh right before I lower my mouth and kiss her.
Slow and searching, I press my lips to hers, leading this dance of ours. Her eyes flutter shut a moment before mine do, and then my four other senses are left to their own devices. She presses up against me, the fabric between us suddenly suffocating. Our mouths move in tandem, a caress here, a nip there, a lick to explore.
One hand strokes her silky locks and the other moves down to her jaw, tipping it up to give me better access. I push my tongue in, lapping at hers. The intimacy is seductive and I’m so turned on that I don’t even think before removing my hand from her hair and bringing it to her hip. I grind against her, holding her steady so she can feel how hard she’s making me. It’s painful, this arousal, and the need to touch more, see more of her, is sharp in the air.
We kiss like time has stood still, deep and longing as if this is the air we’ve always been meant to breathe but haven’t swallowed it until right this moment. And I know now that I’ve never really a kissed a woman, not until Presley. All of those years, I thought I’d been happy.
How could I have ever settled for that?
There is that saying, “where have you been all my life?” Right now, it had never been truer.
Our kiss comes to an abrupt halt when Chance rouses from his slumber and makes a truly horrific gagging noise.
My forehead sinks into Presley’s shoulder as we both chuckle at our cockblock culprit.
“Do you want to … go somewhere?” She’s all breathy and her lashes kiss her cheeks as her eyes stay closed.
As much as I’d like to take her back to my place and remedy the dry spell my brothers keep making fun of me for … those things I can’t talk about are holding me back. I’ve never been the type to move fast, and with how my interactions with Presley have gone so far, I want to test the waters more.
“Well, I’m officially off the clock. So how about a drink?”
Green jewels under hooded eyelids assess me. “The bar across the street?”
Fuck. I’d forgotten for a second. That Fawn Hill had only one bar, and that said bar was owned by my ex-girlfriend’s father. Not only did I not want to see him, but no way did I want him to know I was seeing someone. Even if his daughter cared nothing about me anymore.
Walking out