Wicked Things by Yolanda Olson
Bates
I had never feltsuch a need to kiss an almost stranger before, but I was hungry for her, and she needed to feel it.
It would be the only way I could convince her that I meant her no harm and only wanted to enjoy her company even longer.
It wasn’t until she slipped her arms around my waist and held on like I would drift away from her that I realized; she wanted it as much as I did.
And I knew it more than anything when she finally let go and returned my kiss; her tongue gently dancing in perfect harmony with mine awakened every wild nerve in my body.
“Come home with me,” I whispered when we pulled apart.
“I can’t,” she said, her voice shaking with what seemed like fear.
“Give me one good reason,” I challenged her as I held her face in my hands. I used my thumb to wipe away a tear that had begun to roll down her cheek, determined to make her feel as wanted as she was.
“Because …”
“Hollis, I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do, but for my own sanity, I need to know where I fucked up tonight.”
“You didn’t fuck up,” she finally said after a few tedious seconds had passed between us. “God did.”
“What?” I asked in confusion.
“Nothing,” she said as she attempted to pull away from me. “I can make it home from here.”
“No,” I replied stubbornly as I brought Hollis’ body back against mine. “Let me take you. I won’t even get out of the car. I’ll drop you off down the street if you want me to; I just want to spend a little more time with you. Please?”
I sounded like a begging child at that point, but I didn’t really give a shit. The most beautiful girl in the world had told me her name, sat and drank with me until past midnight, and let me taste the sweet serenity of her lips.
I couldn’t let her go just yet.
