Falling for Fallon (Oak Hill 2)

I took a step toward her. “What?”

“I know you think I’m crazy right now and that my life is crazy, and you probably don’t understand my choices for marrying Derek… but… can you just make me forget for the night?”

I took another step toward her and angled her chin up to meet my face. “The problem is, Fallon, you think you only have one choice.”

Tears found their way to her eyes, but she rapidly blinked them away. She turned her head away from me, and it caused a heavy pit to form in my stomac

h. “I don’t, Emmett. I don’t expect you to understand. How could you? You weren’t raised like I was; you weren’t pushed into this life from the very beginning like I was. You haven’t been the biggest disappointment in your family since the day you spilled chocolate milk on your dress because you simply didn’t want to wear it. I’ll just go. I shouldn’t have tried to con you into making me feel better for something you don’t even understand.”

Fallon started to pull away from me, but my hand dug into her arm. My face crumbled. I almost couldn’t take seeing her bottom lip tremble. “Stop.” Fallon’s face slowly turned toward mine, and I wrapped my other hand around her slim waist. I brought her body flush against mine, feeling the soft contours of her body. I whispered over her lips. “You’re right. I don’t get it… but I will make you forget for the night, because I think I’m just as desperate as you.”

My hands moved to her face. I cupped her warm cheeks, my fingers intertwining with her silky hair. Her entire body relaxed, and that was when I took the leap and kissed her breathless. My lips captured hers, and before I knew it, I was backing her against the shelf full of paper supplies. My hands roamed over her body as my mouth covered hers in a way that was almost forceful. I was losing control, and she was, too. She kissed me fiercely, her hands weaving into my hair, her tongue moving over mine like her life depended on it. My hands found their way underneath her long-sleeve shirt, and when I touched her warm stomach, a thrill went down my body. I nipped her lips with my teeth. I pressed my length up against her middle.

I was completely smothered by her presence, her touch, her lips, her breath. I was becoming submerged in all things Fallon.

I was overtaken.

My body pushed against hers a little harder, and then we broke apart from the various paper supplies hitting us on the head.

“Ouch!” she shouted when a large roll of paper towels hit her right on the crown.

“Shit, are you okay?” I asked, putting my hand on top of her head.

She forced out a laugh. “Yeah, I think.” Then she laughed again. “Did we just make it rain paper from our kiss?”

A smile broke out along my face. I chuckled. “I guess so. Powerful things happen when we kiss, Fallon.”

She rolled her lips together and looked so damn beautiful that I was three seconds from just taking her right there in the shop’s storage room.

A wicked idea formed in my head, and I could feel my expression changing from playful to heated.

“Let’s go.”

Her brow crinkled. “Where?”

I inched in closer, again, wanting her to feel how badly I needed her, even if only for the night. “To forget.”

I grabbed her hand hard and pulled her behind me. We stepped over the rolls of paper towels and several boxes of gloves and whooshed out the door.

I glanced once at Axe and then walked right through the threshold of the doors, welcoming the night air, still holding Fallon’s hand in mine.

He knew not to ask questions.

Axe knew me better than most, and right now, he knew I was on a mission.

A mission to forget about all the shit Fallon had just told me. A mission to forget that she was marrying another man, someone she didn’t love.

I was on a mission to change her mind.

Chapter Thirteen

Fallon

“Where are we going?” I asked, trailing after a fast-paced Emmett. My mind felt stripped. I felt stripped. Not literally. My clothes were still fully intact—albeit crooked—on my body, covering my scorching skin.

Emmett’s kiss tasted like regret, but a regret that I wanted to live with. I was going to be in so much trouble when it came time to part ways. I knew it, yet I just couldn’t stop myself.

“Emmett!” I repeated. He was pulling me with such urgency that I almost tripped a few times. We rounded the side of a brick building, several yards away from the tattoo shop, and then he pulled me up a set of metal stairs. My boots clanked against each stair with the fast rhythm that matched my heart.