Chapter 3
Rory
HolyHell!Westonkissed me. I mean, he really KISSED me. We haven't said a word to each other since and have been on the road for an hour, and will be getting into Oklahoma City soon.
The time passes in a blur as I keep thinking about that kiss and every move he made. I realize we’re at the hotel until he shuts off the car. When I look over at him, he's looking at me too.
Still, we say nothing as we grab our bags and go check-in.
It isn't until we get to our room that he finally breaks the silence between us. He sets his bag down on the bed and looks at me.
"We should talk about it," he says exactly as I expected him to.
That's when I have to know if he regrets it. I don't think I could handle it if he does. If he says it can't happen again, I'm all right with that, but I can't stand him regretting it. I'm not sure where the boldness comes from, but before I can second guess myself, I’m asking him the question.
"Do you regret the kiss?"
"Hell no," he says with such certainty.
It's almost like he's mad at the thought that he could possibly regret it.
I nod, lost in thought. How did I feel about it? That's what I've been trying to figure out. I may not know for sure, but I know one thing.
"Good, neither do I," I tell him.
"Yeah?" he asks as his eyes stay on me, and he takes a tentative step toward me.
I don't break eye contact, and before I know it, he's standing right in front of me.
"Yeah," I confirm, and that's all he needs before his lips are on mine again.
His hand cradles the back of my head, pulling me to him, and I’m learning the feel of his lips on mine. His other hand grips me, pulling me impossibly closer before sliding around to my lower back and gripping me tight against him.
It's as if he wants to get as close as he possibly can, which works for me as I’m enjoying every moment of it. With him this close I can feel his hard dick pressing into me. When he angles my face to deepen the kiss, I groan.
The moment my lips part, his tongue is on mine, and his hand runs up my back and up my neck to cup my face. This kiss is everything. It's more intense than the one we had at the Blue Whale earlier today.
His lips are possessive, and this kiss is staking a claim, and I'm letting him. There is nothing I want more than to be his. I run my hands through his hair as he continues to possess my mouth.
He only pulls away when we need air and rests his forehead on mine as we catch our breath.
"This isn't just a vacation fling for me," he whispers and places his hand on my shoulder like he is going to stop me from running.
My heart soars. He’s not satisfied and wants more, which makes me elated because that's exactly what I want too.
"Good me either," I whisper, still trying to catch my breath.
He reaches up and gently cups my face.
"Then I'm taking you to dinner tonight as a date. I'm going to do this right," he says.
"Okay." I barely whisper.
He leans down and gives me another chaste kiss before pulling back.
"Go get ready," he tilts his head toward the bathroom.
I get my nicest dress, the one I had planned to wear to the rehearsal dinner, grab my phone, and go to the bathroom.