Page 45 of The Accidental Dating Experiment
“Wow,” I murmur.
Her smile is soft and kind of amazed. “Funny thing. I thought you were going to say that when I arrived at the bar.”
“Wow?”
“Yes.”
“I almost did,” I admit.
“You didn’t want to break character,” she says, her breath still coming fast.
Mine is too. “He wouldn’t have said wow.”
She plays with the ends of my hair, asking, “But you felt the wow?”
“I felt the fucking wow,” I rasp out, my gaze locked with hers. “I still feel the wow. I feel all the fucking wow.”
She nibbles on the corner of her lips then tilts her head. “I’d like to feel the fucking wow.”
Hot flames burn inside me everywhere. I tug her toward the waiting limo, but before I can open the door, I’m already missing her lips. It’s been too long since I touched her. I yank her against me, kissing her once more. Deep, hard, a little possessive.
No. A lot possessive. Enough for the whole damn town of Darling Springs to know the dating experiment is mine and mine alone. Before I know it, I’ve got a hand on her ass, and I’m hiking up her leg, and kissing her like we’re one of those kisses.
The kind everyone wants.
The kind that generates…clapping?
I break the contact, snapping my gaze toward the sound. Two men are strolling past us on the sidewalk. “Told you so, hun,” the man in the paisley shirt says to the woman in my arms.
Juliet laughs. “You sure did, Bowen.”
The other man, the one in the vest, gives me an approving once-over then turns to Juliet. “Like I said. Yesss and please and sir.”
“I know. Trust me, I know,” she says, like they’re best friends already.
He’s holding the other man’s hand when he calls out, “And save the date, hun. Three weeks from now, come to our wedding at the lavender farm.”
He gives a time and a date, then they wave goodbye.
I have a ton of questions, but I don’t even have the patience to ask what that was about in this second. Instead, I haul her into the car, then tell the driver to just drive, and when he says yes and raises the partition, I pull Juliet onto my lap.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I blurt out, and I probably will regret saying that. I can’t back it up. I can’t act on it. But I just can’t keep it locked up inside any longer. Maybe I’m intoxicated on one glass of whiskey.
Though I’m not. Maybe I’m intoxicated on her.
“Same here,” she says, sinking down on my lap, straddling me, and then grinding against my erection.
My brain scrambles. My chest is a furnace. And one kiss meant to prove bad boys do one thing better is dangerously close to turning into…well, the thing I want most.
As she rocks against me, she takes the wheel. Grabbing my face, thrusting her body, taking her pleasure.
Seeking it like a huntress. Deserving it too. She’s all questing determination and hungry desire, rocking her hips, holding me hard, and using me.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
It’s a new side of Juliet.
This isn’t the Juliet from eight summers ago. It’s the new Juliet, and she’s full of craving.