The Hot One(27)

She turns around and stops me in the hallway. “Did it work?” She parks her hand on her hips.

I stare at my gorgeous ex-girlfriend, my whole body buzzing as I take in her warm brown eyes, her high cheekbones, her lovely, kissable lips.

I give her a long, lingering nod, and stare at her fantastic body with nothing but red-hot desire in my eyes. “By ‘work,’ do you mean am I ridiculously aroused in—”

Erp.

My chest hurts, and I mutter a string of curse words.

She snaps her fingers. “I thought distraction would do the trick.”

I gesture to my dick. “You could distract me in other ways. I’m willing to try.”

She rolls her eyes. “Do this.” She bends at the waist, still holding the water glass, and takes a sip from the opposite side. She stands up. “It works for me every time.”

I arch a brow, giving her a dubious glare.

“I swear it does.” Her dark eyes brook no argument.

I’ve got nothing to lose. I grab the glass, bend, and drink up. Or down. Or upside down. Whatever. It flows weirdly and slowly, and I have to focus to keep the water from sliding into my nose. I guess that’s the point.

Delaney places her hand on my lower back, rubbing. She’s a toucher. Always has been. Part of me feels like an ass, like a helpless fucking pathetic male who can’t hold his pretzels.

The other part wants to get back to the table and hit the nuclear option so we can restart this date.

As I finish draining the glass, a sense of calm descends on my body. Like maybe I’ve been freed from the vile hiccups. I stand, smile, and meet her eyes. Mine are twinkling, I’m sure, saying “we did it, babe.”

“All better?” she asks, hopeful.

“I think so—”

And then I’m not.

She grabs the water glass, sets it on the floor, and then backs me up to the wall. In a blur, she cups my cheeks, and then the breath whooshes from my lungs.

My world turns black and hot and hazy as she crushes her lips to mine.

Delaney kisses me hard and rough, an ambush of lips and mouth and soft breath. Her lips seal to mine, her hands grasp my face, and her tongue finds its way inside my mouth. Exploring, seeking, and setting me to flames.

My head goes haywire, my brain is full of static, and I can barely process this night.

I’m kissing Delaney Stewart on our first date, and it’s astonishing.

My body takes over, and my hands make their way to her hair. I thread my fingers through that silky blond waterfall, groaning into her mouth as I savor the feel of those strands.

As if she’s handing off the next leg of this relay race of a kiss, she lets her hands fall from my face, roping them around my neck. “I can’t believe I did that,” she murmurs.

“Kissed me senseless?”

She nods, almost in disbelief. “I think I’ve gone crazy,” she whispers.

“I like your style of crazy, then.”

“You have to know I didn’t plan to just kiss you out of the blue tonight.” It sounds more like she’s trying to convince herself than me. Or maybe exonerate herself.

I hate the thought that she might regret this, though, so I curl a strand of her hair around my finger, and she murmurs. Yeah, she likes when I touch her hair as much as I do. “Don’t second guess yourself. And let’s not stop kissing each other senseless.”

Breath rushes over her lips, and her tiny nod is my cue to take the wheel.

I sweep my lips across hers. Her sweet, delicious mouth. She tastes so sinful, so sexy, so fucking warm. Her kiss is like fire and chocolate. It’s hot and it’s sweet and I can’t fucking resist. I spin her around and back her to the wall, her spine hitting the brick of the hallway. I press my body to hers, and we fit like long-lost puzzle pieces. My chest is against her breasts, my hard-on wedged against her hip. I suck on her bottom lip, tugging it between my teeth, and she makes a throaty moan. Then an anguished oh.

What I love most about this kiss?

It’s all brand new.

It’s not the way we kissed in college. It’s not a prelude to a screw. It’s not an I-know-how-you-like-it kiss. It’s a little rougher, a bit harder, and a lot needier.

It’s a first kiss that rocks my world and blows my mind. It’s like lightning, and when it crashes through the sky, I’m lit up, hot and electric. She moans and murmurs and rubs against me, and her passion turns me on ten thousand times more. Her eagerness is an endorphin, and pleasure from it crackles across my whole body. My skin sizzles, my blood heats, and I want to drown in this hot, wild, passionate kiss.

I can’t stop.

Teeth click, and tongues tangle, and lips tug and pull. We don’t stop. We devour. The more I have of her mouth, the more I want all of her.

My hands drop from her hair, traveling down her sides then around to that absolutely fantastic ass. “It worked. Your distraction ploy,” I mutter as I squeeze. A surprised but sexy moan lands in my ears as I knead that delicious flesh, soft, but firm. “The only trouble is, your sweet ass is far too covered in clothes.”

She rubs her pelvis against me. “And you’re ridiculously aroused,” she says, giggling softly.

I growl a yes as I dive in for another kiss. Her laughter is swallowed whole as I crush my lips to hers. It’s replaced by a needy whimper, and the way she grinds against me becomes more frantic. I can’t get enough of this woman. Especially when she rocks her hips against me, like her body’s taking over, like she’s saying how much she wants this kiss to become down and dirty, hot and heavy.