Twisted Perfection (Rosemary Beach #5)(42)

I tried not to look over at the table that I knew Woods was at with Angelina. I could hear him talking and out of the corner of my eye I could see he had sat down with them. My stomach knotted up at the thought.

I managed to get the correct orders to the customers at table four. Then it took all my will power not to go running back to the kitchen to hide from seeing this. But although Woods had brought them their food I was the server. I needed to make sure they didn’t need anything. Especially since Woods was now sitting with them.

“Is there anything I can get for you?” I asked his mother directly. He’d taken the seat beside Angelina and I couldn’t look over at them.

“More sparkling water but this time don’t use so much ice and add a few raspberries to it.” Her tone was annoyed and I wasn’t sure if it was due to Woods or my service.

I nodded and headed back to the kitchen.

Jimmy stood there with his hands on his hips waiting on me.

“What the f*ck was that all about?” he asked.

I wasn’t sure what he was referring to. “What?” I asked confused.

Jimmy waved his hand at the door and back to me. “The crazy shit that I saw going on with you and our boss? Please don’t tell me you’re the reason Woods has gone all renegade on his parents. This will not end well,” he hissed, picking up his tray.

I wasn’t sure anymore what I was. I shook my head. “I don’t think so.” That was the best answer I had.

“You don’t ‘think so’? “ he asked with an incredulous look on his face. “For real girl, if you’re the reason, you’d know. Not sure what I think about all this or you but word of caution, he’s a Kerrington. Be careful.”

Jimmy sauntered out of the kitchen and I watched him go. He acted as if being a Kerrington was a bad thing. Nothing about Woods was bad that I’d seen.

I fixed the sparkling water with less ice and fresh raspberries and then took it out to Woods’ mother. I refused to look over at Woods.

Their talking ceased as I approached and the silence at the table was uncomfortable. I didn’t stick around. I went to take drink orders for table one that had just been seated and focused on helping my other customers.

When I walked back out into the dining room ten minutes later Woods was standing up and walking out with the women. I hated that it upset me. Was this what Jimmy meant? He would never truly not be a part of them. He would eventually go back to her.

I managed to finish my shift and once my apron was tossed into the dirty hamper I was ready to get out of here.

“Mr. Kerrington called down and asked that you see him in his office before you leave, Della.” Juan called from the back.

Oh crap. “Thanks,” I replied and headed for Woods’ office. Had I messed up with his mother? I hated this feeling. I hated wanting to please him and not ever being sure if I had. And I hated that he’d left with them. Where had he gone? Had he kissed her? Had he apologized? Was he engaged again? Was he about to tell me he had decided yesterday was a mistake? Maybe he’d been turned off by my response to him on the porch and my inability to be controlled.

I knocked on the door and waited. I hoped he wasn’t here and I could get out of here before— the door swung open and Woods reached out and pulled me inside before slamming it and locking it behind him with a swift click.

Then he was on me. His hands were clenched firmly on my waist and his mouth was hungrily nipping at my bottom lip. There was no sweetness to his tongue’s invasion into my mouth.

He reached down, grabbed my leg, and hiked it up to wrap around his waist then he cupped my butt and continued to assault my mouth with delicious flicks of his tongue.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on. This wasn’t what I had expected but I was so lost in the pleasure of it all I didn’t care.

“Did you change out of those shorts and into baggy pants yesterday?” Woods asked as his mouth traveled down my neck.

“Yes,” I replied breathlessly.

“Tripp didn’t see that sweet wet spot?” His naughty words caused me to whimper and wiggle closer to him.

“No, I wore your hoodie and a pair of sweats the rest of the day,” I assured him.

“Good,” he growled and wrapped his arms around my back and carried me over to his desk and sat me down. “I need to taste it. Now.”

Before I could figure out what he was talking about he pushed my skirt up, grabbed my panties, and tugged hard enough that the sound of ripping fabric startled me. He pulled the torn panties away from my body and dropped them to the floor. Then he took both my feet, bent my knees and put them on the edge of the desk leaving me completely open. I was panting with anticipation as he fell to his knees and began nibbling on the apex of my thighs. I couldn’t keep from squirming as I sucked in a deep breath between my teeth.

Finally, his tongue ran over my wet core and I would have shot off the table if his hands hadn’t been holding my hips down. He began to thrust his tongue in and out of me causing me to greedily squeeze it with each entrance as if I could hold him there.

“I’d forgotten how amazing you taste,” he murmured against my clit before pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it.

“Oh God, Woods. Oh, God,” I moaned.

My hips began writhing involuntarily. I couldn’t control myself. His mouth moved to the inside of my thigh and I let my head fall back in frustration. The pulse between my legs was almost painful.