Wedding Date (Dating #6) - Monica Murphy Page 0,57

it. Over her.

Besides, I have a new woman to focus on now.

“Oh my God, I can kind of see the ocean out there, even though it’s dark,” Kelsey says as she leaves her purse on the couch and makes her way to the sliding glass door.

She’s right. The moon is currently full, its bright silvery light shining upon the water outside, and without hesitation Kelsey unlocks and opens the slider, stepping out onto the balcony. “This is so gorgeous, Theo!”

I follow her out there, the wind smacking against my face, the windchimes that hang off the roof’s edge jangling. “You like it?”

“I love it.” She glances over her shoulder and flashes me a quick smile before she returns her attention to the water. “I’ve always loved the ocean.”

“Me too.” I move so I’m standing directly behind her, bracing my hands on the balcony’s ledge, boxing her in, my face close to her hair.

“When I was little, that’s all I wanted to do. Go to the beach.” Her voice is wistful. “I would beg my mom to take me, and she never did. It was torture, living so close yet never seeing it.”

“Why wouldn’t she take you? It’s free to go.”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “She said she didn’t like it.”

There is so much to this woman I don’t know, that I want to discover. She keeps herself closed off most of the time. She’s sweet and she’s funny and supportive. Warm and sexy and she tastes delicious.

But she’s also…sad. Maybe a little lonely? I don’t think she trusts many people.

That she’s here with me, showing her trust in me, is mind blowing. I don’t want to disappoint her. And I definitely don’t want to hurt her.

We’re quiet for too long, and I don’t want to continue talking about her mother if it’s going to make her feel melancholy. Instead, I nuzzle my face in her fragrant hair, breathing deep. I can feel her body start to relax, and she slowly leans into me, showing that right now, in this moment, she trusts me.

“I’m glad we ran into each other at the restaurant,” she finally says, her voice soft.

“Me too.” I lean in and drop a kiss on the side of her neck. “It turned into my lucky night.”

“I agree.” She’s smiling. I can feel the curve of her mouth when I kiss her cheek, and then she’s angling her face closer to mine, so that our lips brush once. Again. And again.

She turns completely around to face me, her arms going around my neck, and mine going around her waist. I press her into the balcony, kissing her deeply, stroking my tongue against hers. It’s cold outside, I can feel her start to shiver, but I don’t think it’s because of the weather.

I think it’s because of me. Us. The way this woman reacts to my touch—it’s empowering. She lets me be bold. I say and do whatever the hell I want when I’m with her, and she seems to enjoy it.

That’s powerful too.

“Let’s go inside,” I tell her after a few minutes of kissing. Knowing this woman, if we stay out here any longer, she’ll try to get me to fuck her outside, and I don’t want that.

Not tonight.

She nods in agreement and I take her hand, leading her back into my apartment and straight to my bedroom. Without hesitation I reach for her, pulling her back into my arms and she comes willingly, a little moan escaping her when I ignore her mouth and kiss her neck instead. Her skin is warm and fragrant and I press my lips against her throbbing pulse, licking the spot. A shiver streaks through her and I reach for the front of her shirt, slowly undoing the buttons.

“Wait.” She steps away from me and I blink open my eyes, staring at her curiously. Worry hits me right in the chest.

Kelsey’s not going to stop this moment…is she?

Of course not. I shouldn’t have worried. Instead, she undoes the buttons on her blouse herself, shrugging out of it and letting the shirt fall to the floor. She stands before me in just her black bra and pants, a siren calling to me, making me hard. Making me want more.

And by the little smirk curving her luscious lips, she knows it.

Her hands rest at the front of her pants for barely a second before she undoes the button. Slides down the zipper. Slips out of her shoes before she lets her pants fall at her