Dear Life(77)

Slowing down, falling off the biggest high of my life, I open my eyes to see Hollyn gazing up at me, her eyes holding a sense of wonderment in them. At that moment, I realize just how fucked I am.

I like her.

Not only do I like her, but I’m falling for her.

And I’m falling for her so damn hard. I just hope I’m not falling for someone who will never love anyone but her husband, because with my already cracked heart, that might shatter it.





DAISY


“Um, I just have to ask one question,” I say, pulling away from Carter’s lips, putting a pause on our make-out session.

Languid eyes slowly open up as his dark-chocolate irises focus on me. His hair slightly falling forward, and his lips swollen from my kisses.

My kisses!

“What’s up? And this better not be one of those questions you asked earlier about where people came up with the term, ‘The birds and the bees.’”

“It just doesn’t make sense.”

He sighs in obvious frustration, his hand running through his hair. “It’s all about the bees pollinating and . . . no, we are not going through this again. Just ask your question.”

“Okay. So, I’ve been through some sexual education. I know some stuff.”

“Good.” His frustration turns into a sexy smile. “I’m glad you know some stuff.”

“But I would like some clarification, just one thing.”

“Just one thing?” he asks, a humorous question in his voice. “Wow, just one thing, you must have been well educated.”

“Don’t tease me.”

He holds his hands up in the air in defense. “Not teasing, Snowflake. Just in awe.”

I bite my bottom lip, which he kisses quickly and says, “Go on with your question so I can get back to playing with these sexy-as-hell lips.”

Gah, butterflies take off in my belly, sending shivers through my bones. He makes me giddy.

Gathering my wits, I say, “Okay, but don’t make fun of me.”

“I promise, I won’t. What’s your question?”

Feeling incredibly nervous, I take a deep breath. “That thing pressing against my thigh, is that your boner?”

Pausing briefly, a tilt to his head as he studies me, I wait for him to respond, hoping and praying I don’t sound like a complete idiot. As if in slow motion, the corner of his lips turn up toward the sky, his lips parting and showing off his teeth, his bright smile beaming down at me.

“You’re asking if my boner is pressing against your leg?”

“Yeah.”

“Why don’t you reach down and find out.”

Without even having to look in a mirror, I know my ears, cheeks, and neck are turning bright red from the way everything heats up.

Reach down and find out? That seems so brazen and yet, I want to do it.

“From the look in your eyes, I know you want to.” His body shifts so he’s propping more of his weight on his forearms, giving me a little wiggle room to explore.

Should I?

This is so far beyond my comfort zone, I don’t think I’m even in my comfort zone zip code. More like three states over.

But I’ve never been that girl. Goodness, I’ve never even been this intimate with a man before, would it make me a street walker if I stuck my hand down a guy’s pants when making out with him?

Can I phone a friend and ask Amanda?

From the determined and challenging look in his eyes, I’m going to say phoning a friend is out of the question. I’m going to have to make this decision on my own.

I’m about to answer him when a laugh starts to trickle out of him. He shakes his head at me as if he’s in disbelief. “Snowflake, I so did not expect you to grab my dick. I’m just kidding. But the idea of you even thinking about it is adorable.” Leaning down he kisses me on the nose.

Adorable. Why does that one word make me feel so tiny? Maybe because it’s something my grams called me. I don’t want to be adorable.

I want to be sexy, pined after, desired.

Not adorable.

“What’s wrong?” Carter asks, looking a little confused by my pause.

What would a sexy woman do in a moment like this? Lick her lips? Thrust her breasts? Snap her thong?

Snapping a thong sounds extreme.

Thrusting breasts? Well he’s practically resting on my breasts, so that would be weird if I tried thrusting them. He would probably think I was trying to get him off me.

Lick my lips. Hmm . . . I can do that.

Squinting for sex appeal, I stare into Carter’s eyes and slowly make sure to wet every inch of my lips and the skin around them. I swipe my tongue around my mouth, making sure not only to go clockwise, but to go counter clockwise as well.

Oh yeah, look at me go . . . sexy Daisy is on the loose—

Wait, why is his brow furrowed? Why is he pulling farther away from me?

Is he pulling away . . . oh yes, he must be giving me access to the penis. This is your moment, Daisy. Be the sexy woman you want to be. Don’t hold back.

Continuing to lick my lips, my hand shoots out from my side, and with a deep breath, I dive in with such force, I surprise myself.

And I surprise Carter because the man who was once hovering over me, content and happy to make out, is now ram-rod straight on his knees, hands gripping my wrist as my palm and fingers curl around his well-defined crotch.