Part 19 (1/2)
”d.a.m.n, you are so s.e.xy, Honor.” His warm breath fanned over her jaw. ”I want to feed you my mouth and nothing else.”
”Nothing else?” She leaned closer, her side softening against his chest.
”Okay, one other thing, but we'll get to that later. Open up, beautiful.” He put the fry in her mouth and she took a bite.
”Mmm. Gimme more.”
He fed her the rest of the crispy fried potato and then two more.
”What do you think?” he said.
”I think I've died and gone to heaven.”
”Hence the name of the truck.”
”And I think the mystery flavor is Nesquick. Can I open my eyes now?”
He laughed. ”Yes.”
It took a minute for her eyes to adjust to the brightness, tiny white dots dancing in front of her before she focused on the handsome man beside her. ”There you are,” she said, thinking she'd like to open her eyes to see him every day.
”Want another?”
”Yes, please.”
Their eyes never left each other as he fed her another fry. This time when he pulled his hand away, she grabbed his wrist so she could lick the tips of his fingers.
The hazel ring around his pupils glittered with l.u.s.t. ”Is that G-rated, Ms. Mitch.e.l.l?”
”Feeling a little hot under the...belt buckle, Mr. Bishop?” She let go, gave him her best flirty smile.
”Hard, Ms. Mitch.e.l.l.” He bent his head and took her earlobe between his teeth. ”I'm feeling hard and you're going to pay for that.”
”I can't wait.” She broke eye contact and reached for the white paper bag. ”Should we hurry and finish these amazing pommes gaufrettes?”
”We should. By the way, the dusting,” he nodded at the fry in her hand, ”is cocoa powder so good guess Smarty Pants.” He grabbed his own fry out of the bag and popped it into his mouth.
”I never would've thought to combine the two.”
”Surprise.”
”You are the King of Surprises.” He'd caught her off guard in the best, most wonderful ways. What would it be like to be surprised by him next week? Next month? She blinked away the thought.
”And fun?” He traced his finger down her arm.
”That, too.” She'd never experienced this much joy and happiness. Panic boiled over inside her at the magnitude of it. She turned her attention to the water, worried he'd see all the admiration-and fear-on her face.
”Honor?”
”Yes?”
”Let's get out of here.”
She could do that. ”And get naked again?”
”I think we both know last weekend wasn't enough. We can try and ignore this pull between us, but maybe it would be better to make some new rules instead. Or better yet, fly by the seat of our pants.”
His words, as usual, were like magic. She knew how to fly. How to be spontaneous and not think too far ahead.
She jumped to her feet. ”Last one to the car is a rotten egg.”
He drove like a NASCAR driver back to her place, and ushered her inside so fast there was no way Mrs. Jamison and her spying eyes could have seen them.
Bryce's hands were all over her as they stumbled into her bedroom. He kicked the door shut. Mouths busy, fingers searching, they had each other naked in less than ten seconds.
Honor took him in her hand, stroked him, then dropped to her knees to take him inside her mouth. His hands went to her hair, holding her head in place.
”Yes, just like that,” he groaned.
She loved the effect she had on him. Loved feeling him lose control and hearing him gulp for air. She licked him, sucked him, used her hand and mouth until he gripped her shoulders and pulled her to her feet.
”Bed. Now,” he said.
They'd made love several times now. Rushed and rowdy. Slow and steady. Careful and mindless. But this time, this time was different.
Because she was different. This wasn't a one-night thing for either of them anymore. And with every kiss and heady surge of his hips, she felt like he was branding her, opening her eyes and mind to a new point of view. Fear she'd mess up this beautiful thing lingered, but stronger was the desire to open herself up. To follow her heart, to give her heart, and see what Bryce did with it. She'd rather he hurt her than the other way around.
He stared down at her with intensity and unabashed affection and she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, dug her nails deeper into his lower back. Their sweat-slicked bodies moved together in impossibly perfect tempo. When she exploded with soul-shattering spasms, he continued to hold her snug in his arms until her breathing slowed. Then he brought her knees up higher and rocked inside her with white-hot strokes that made her moan and gasp and took her right back to that beautiful edge of release.
She brought one arm up to thread her fingers through his hair before cupping his head and bringing his lips to hers. He devoured her mouth until she cried out another release with fearless abandon. A few moments later his magnificent body shuddered and his husky groan of satisfaction filled the room.
They lay tangled in each other until sleep came, the last thought in her head how much she loved and appreciated that he made her forget.
But forgetting about her mistakes didn't mean forgiving herself for them and until she did that, she'd never be able to move forward.
Honor's antique shop looked great compared to the last time Bryce had seen it. Items sat on shelves, small pieces of furniture were s.h.i.+ned and placed, and the wall Honor told him not to pay attention to didn't- ”I said not to look at it!” She practically tackled him from behind, putting her hands on his upper arms and turning his body toward the windows. ”If you can't follow one simple direction then you're going to have to leave.”
He spun around before she could step away and attacked her mouth with his. She hesitated only a second before giving back with equal energy, her hands in his hair. She liked messing up his hair. He smiled against her mouth.
”What?” she asked, pulling back.
”Nothing.” He skimmed her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. ”Just that I like kissing you. Maybe we should christen this place?” He waggled his eyebrows.
”You're insatiable.”
”Can't help it.” He'd proven that to her all afternoon.
She fell against his chest, looped her arms loosely around his neck. ”Can you resist me long enough for me to check my email and do a few other little things?”