Chapter 35
“Oh, come on!” he yelled in disbelief as he stared down at the remains of the midnight picnic that he’d set up on the beach, wondering what else could possibly go wrong tonight.
That’s when the sky opened up and poured down on him.
He stood there for another minute, letting the rain drench him before he slowly turned around and limped back towards the house in the new shoes that he’d been forced to run the last five miles home in. He couldn’t fucking believe this was happening. He’d planned the perfect night down to the smallest detail and nothing, absolutely fucking nothing, had gone his way today.
When he went for his haircut the barber had misheard him and decided to give him a military cut instead of a trim, which hadn’t been the end of the world. He’d been able to shrug it off and move on, which had resulted in him being forced to buy shoes that were a size too small. Again, he’d been able to move on, because it hadn’t really mattered. Then he came back to the cottage where he’d discovered Jason and Trevor settling in to stay for the week to help with final touches with the kitchen, which he’d appreciated.
He really did.
He also appreciated it when the two bastards packed up their shit and headed to the nearest hotel until they were forced to turn around and come back with the news that all the hotels and motels within fifty miles were filled to capacity. Of course, they’d broken the news to him while devouring the romantic dinner that he’d planned on having with Kasey.
After he’d shoved both of the large bastards into the broom closet and shoved a chair beneath the knob, he’d taken a shower, grabbed his keys, and headed to town, prepared to somehow salvage this evening. That had ended with him in a store with a grocery cart full of flowers, chocolates, pastries, and a very large box of condoms that he’d hoped to put to good use tonight only to discover that in his rush to get everything done in time, he’d forgotten his wallet.
When he went to call his cousins and ask one of them to bring him his wallet, he’d discovered that he’d also forgotten his cellphone. That was also around the time that he’d realized that he was already thirty minutes late for their date. Deciding that he was going to have to figure out the details later, he’d got back in his truck and headed home only to break down after three miles.
After two hours, he’d finally managed to flag down a tow truck. The driver had refused to give him a ride or let him use his cellphone, which had left him with no other choice but to move his ass. Five miles later, he was back home, trying to salvage this date only to discover that it had all gone to hell and there was absolutely nothing that he could do to salvage it.
He limped over to the front steps of his cottage, sat down, pulled off his shoes and chucked them before dropping his head in his hands with a groan, laughing without humor, because he’d honestly never been this pissed before. He’d planned the perfect fucking night and here he was sitting by himself, drenched, pissed, and still a fucking virgin.
After all these years, all the women that had come and gone from his life and he finally met the one and he was sitting out here on his ass, in the pouring rain instead of with her, holding her in his arms and letting her know how much she meant to him, how much he wanted her.
And god, did he fucking want her.
All day he’d been thinking about her, thinking about the way she felt in his arms, the way her ass had felt in his hands earlier, all the things that he wanted to do to her, and how it would feel to finally slide deep inside her. It had been the only thing that had gotten him through all the bullshit today, the promise of finally losing himself inside her.
She’d probably be in his arms right now, running her fingers through his hair, letting him kiss her, touch her, and fu-
“Oh, look! You’re alive!” came the heavily sarcastic announcement that had him slowly lowering his hands and taking in the incredibly beautiful woman standing in front of him, not really looking like she cared that it was pouring out.
“That’s great! Because, I was over there for the past three…hours…Yummy?” she started to trail off nervously and it was then that he decided that he wanted to hear her scream that nickname in his ear.
Tonight.
“Ummm, Yummy?” she asked, backing away nervously as he stood up, devouring her with his eyes from her short spikey hair to the cute little sandals on her feet, deciding that he was going to kiss, lick and nibble on everything in between.
“Umm,” she mumbled, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she took a step back.
Licking his lips, he followed her, smiling when the adorable woman took another step back and gestured weakly towards her house. “I-I’m gonna go home now. So, umm, yeah,” she said, swallowing noticeably as he took another step and then another.
She opened her mouth, shut it, opened it again, only to abruptly turn around and walk as fast as those tiny little sandals and that incredibly sexy dress would let her. Smiling, he went after her, deciding that he’d waited long enough.
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“Oh, crap! Oh, crap! Oh, crap!” she mumbled over and over again as she rushed back to her house only to end up stopping with a pathetic groan and pulling off her sandals so that she wouldn’t scratch the new floor before she made a run for it.
She’d barely managed to get around the corner before she found herself hauled back against a familiar chest as his arms wrapped around her and his mouth was next to her ear. “I’ve waited my entire life for you,” he whispered as he pressed a soft kiss right below her neck, making her tremble.
“You have no idea how much I want you,” he whispered harshly as he ran his hands over her hips, across her stomach and back again as she stood there, trying to remember how to breathe. “How many times I’ve thought about touching you.”
Licking her lips, she leaned back into his touch, realizing just how badly she wanted this. She closed her eyes and lost herself, loving the way that his hands felt as they moved over her body.
“Where’s Mikey, sweetheart?” he asked, as his hands suddenly went still.
“Sara’s,” she managed to say before adding, “for the week.”
“And Eric?”
“No clue,” she said, damn near panting by now as she waited for him to start touching her again.
He didn’t make her wait long before he started running his hands over her again, using his touch on her hips to pull her back so that she could feel the unmistakable bulge pressing hard against her bottom.
“You have no idea how hard I tried to make this perfect for you,” he said against her neck as his lips lightly brushed against the skin, making her shiver.
“What happened?” she managed to ask as she felt his hands slide up her sides before running back down and over her hips again.
He chuckled as he ran his hands back up, this time lightly skimming the sides of her breasts. “Everything,” was all he said before he was skimming his hands over her stomach and back down her hips again.
“Tell me to leave, Kasey. If you don’t want this, tell me to go,” he whispered, pressing a kiss against her nape as his hands slid over her stomach and-
“Oh, god,” she moaned as his hands lightly skimmed over her breasts before running back down her hips again.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered as he continued to tease her with light touches, making her feel like her body was on fire and leaving her desperate for more.
“Don’t stop,” she said, licking her lips as she opened her eyes and watched while his hands slid back up, barely touching her nipples that were aching for his touch as he trailed his fingers over her shoulders and slowly pushed the thin straps of her dress down.
“I won’t. Not tonight,” he said, and with that, her dress fell away.