Summer Breeze Kisses - Addison Moore Page 0,58

a dessert I’ve longed for, and, now, here she is with her sweet body pressed over mine right where she belongs.

She gently pulls my hands down onto her hips. I ride a little lower still until I hit the hem on her short-as-hell dress and touch her bare thighs beneath that.

“You want to do this?” I take a gentle bite out of her earlobe and she shivers into me.

“We’re doing it, aren’t we?” She gives a little laugh as she peppers soft kisses down my neck, giving me a little bite of her own. “You in?”

“Not only am I in”—I pluck the condom out of my pocket and give a little grin— “I come prepared.”

“Ooh.” Her eyes widen for a moment. “I’m digging the double entendre.”

“And I’m digging you speaking French.” I crash my mouth to hers and lose it. Her tongue lashes over mine like a punishment.

She touches her hand to my face and pants through a crooked smile.

“Iz.” I bear into her in lieu of saying those three magic words that have the power to send her running out of here like a bullet. Her lids grow sleepy. Her lips bloom full and ruby. Izzy looks drugged, lost in ecstasy, exactly how I imagined she would look if we ever got around to doing this—how I hoped she would look.

She bites down onto her lip with her eyes shut tight as if she’s enjoying the hell out of it—at least I hope she is.

We take that trip together until we reach the finish line and I bury my face in her hair.

“That was heaven,” I whisper. “But too quick. Sorry.” I press a kiss into the hollow of her neck. “Spend the night. Let me make it up to you.”

She tilts back and belts out a laugh. “Maybe I will.”

“You want to hang out? I’ll entertain the hell out of you with my mixer moves.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Then maybe we can catch a movie. Or there’s always tomorrow night.” I take a quick breath. “Mmm.” I wince as Mom’s birthday comes to mind. “I just remembered I’ve got this family thing tomorrow night, but hey, there’s always Sunday, right?”

“A family thing?” She nods into me expectantly. Izzy is so damn beautiful she looks like Ms. America 24/7, never mind the fact she’s got that I’ve-just-been-laid look that’s making me insane. But I’m not sure about bringing her to any family thing just yet.

I dot her cheek with a kiss. “It’s not important.” As much as I want to bring Izzy home, I can’t stomach the thought of flaunting my new relationship in front of my mother after what I did to her. I don’t think I can go there just yet—ever maybe.

“Not important, huh?” Her features soften. Izzy sags in my arms, dejected. “That’s fine.” She gives a sad smile. “And you know what? I totally get it.”

We head back out into the bar, and she glances at her phone.

“It’s my mom. I think I’d better head out. She twisted her ankle a few weeks back.”

“Will I see you tonight?” I run my fingers through her hair, afraid I might have hurt her somehow. It’s written all over her face that I did.

“We’ll see.” She gives a little shrug and heads out the door.

I’ve been around enough girls to know I’m in the doghouse.

I just can’t figure out why.

Saturday night rolls around and still no sign or word from Izzy. I know she mentioned her mother needed her, but it’s pretty clear that was just an excuse. Baya and Bryson drive out to my mother’s together, and I hop in my truck and head over alone. I should’ve asked Izzy to come. It would have been the perfect time to introduce her to my mother. My stomach knots up as if protesting the idea.

I park and head on up. Annie has the house decorated with streamers and balloons. A large banner is strung out over the living room that reads Happy Birthday Mom! 50 years young!

Mom is in the den, already chatting it up with Baya and Bryson.

“It’s the birthday princess.” I pull her into a nice, tight hug and give her cheek a little peck. “Happy birthday. You look great.”

“So do you.” She gently slaps my cheeks before looking over my shoulder. “Alone are we?”

“As always.” It feels right saying that and, yet, a part of me doesn’t want it to.

“Annie mentioned you might be bringing someone.” She smooths my collar. “I did too with the way