“That’s what you wanted to tell me? That’s why you came in here?” Why is my mouth the only dry part of my body right now?
“Yeah,” Wilder says with a shrug. However, it doesn’t look like that’s it. He looks like he still wants to say something. He’s clearly struggling with it, and I don’t want to see him struggle.
I don’t know what’s going on with me. Maybe my brain is finally giving in to my body’s overwhelming demands. Or perhaps it’s checking out, or I’m just up for a bad idea because doesn’t everyone need their quota of bad ideas every year, and so far, this year, my record is squeaky clean?
“Thank you,” I whisper. “For the machine. It’s really great. I…yeah. Thank you.”
Wilder’s gaze drops from my eyes to my lips, and my whole body starts blazing like I’ve been put on the grill. I stand up slowly, the cat scoop still in my hand. When he steps forward, I don’t take a step back. The scoop is dribbling little pieces of litter all over the hardwood floor, but for once, I don’t care.
I can feel this bad decision coming on like some people can feel a cold. Whatever this is isn’t smart, but my brain is nowhere in sight. It’s like it took a short brain vacation, and I’m on my own—empty head, pounding heart, aching clit. Just me and the bad decision.
The truth is, I was jealous of Vera flirting with him at dinner. I was aggravated at the way she looked at him, how easily she talked to him, and how comfortably and seriously she threatened him. I was also amazed that he took everything in stride. I wish he would stop being so nice and that he’d give me a legit reason not to like him. Maybe it would be easier to stop the bad decision that it is going down in three, two, one.
Yup, it’s go-time.
I run at Wilder like a crazed animal, and he opens his arms and catches me. I spring at him, wrap my cat litter hands, complete with the cat litter scoop, around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist. I feel like I’m trying to spider monkey my ass up a very thick, warm, and alive tree trunk. Wilder sets his hands at my waist and supports me like I’m a trembling leaf attached to one of his branches. Or maybe a squirrel or bird, something light that belongs in a tree. A skunk? An opossum? A very unfortunate cat who can’t get down?
Whatever it is, he definitely doesn’t kiss me like a tree because there’s nothing wooden about it. Well, maybe there’s a little wood pressing into my stomach, but I want to just focus on the kiss and not think about that because thinking about bad decisions makes a person less likely to go through with them, and right now, I really want to go through with this.
Wilder backs me up until I’m sandwiched between the wall and his massive body. His lips finally lock with mine, and I mean lock. My tongue sweeps into his mouth and stays there, tugging, fighting, and warring with his like he’s a metal pole, I just licked him in the middle of winter, and now I can’t get myself free.
This is probably the most unromantic spot for this, but I don’t care. All I care about is this kiss. It’s like getting zapped with lightning and being brought back from the dead. Maybe this is how those princesses felt in those fairy tales when they were woken up with a real kiss—a badass kiss. A life-giving, lifesaving, hot as hell, biting, nibbling, sexy, tongue-licking kiss. Wait, I’m sorry, I thought that’s how it went down for them. No? Apparently, I don’t have my fairy tales straight.
But anyway, this is how my fairy tale is going down. It’s going down blazing hot.
The cat litter scoop falls from my fingers and clatters to the floor, but neither of us stops kissing the other. I kiss Wilder like I’m starving because I am starved. It’s been a long time since I locked lips with someone capable of blowing up my whole world. Although to think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever kissed anyone who was capable of that, actually.
Oh, frickle on a pickle, this is for sure a bad decision.
Regardless, knowing it doesn’t stop me. I’m far too far gone, which is frightening because I know it’s not just because I haven’t seen any sort of action in over a year, and the fact that I’ve never been kissed like this. I guess maybe I’m not too far gone because all of a sudden, even though my body is buzzing and my panties are soaked, and even though my clit is throbbing and my heart is racing, the panic sets in.