Only One Chance (Only One 2)

“Smooth,” I say, trying to make light of what just happened. My feet move on their own as I step closer to him. “Very smooth, Adams.” My hands go to his waist. “Very smooth.”

“I’m going to kiss you,” he says. “I know that I wanted you to beg for it. But …” His head moves closer to me.

“Please.” My voice comes out almost cracking. “Kiss me.”

His hands never leave from my face, and he moves them to cup my cheeks. “I don’t know why,” he says and chuckles, “but I’m so fucking nervous.” My stomach does flips, knowing that he’s just as nervous as I am. “Here goes nothing,” he says, and he closes the distance between us. I close my eyes right before his lips fall on mine.

His tongue slowly comes out, and I think I sigh when it touches my lips. My mouth opens for his tongue, and the second his tongue touches mine, my back arches into him. My hands squeeze his jacket into my fists. His tongue goes around with mine. His hands move from my face to my hair now as he turns his head, going to the other side. The kiss is soft at first as our tongues get to know each other, and after a couple of minutes, I step closer to him and press my front to him. My hands move from his waist and his jacket to around his neck. His hand drops from my head to my neck, his thumbs holding my chin. He lets go of my lips, and I groan, wanting his lips back.

Slowly opening my eyes, I feel almost in a daze. His lips move from the corner of my lips to my cheek and then down to my jaw. “Miller.” I whisper his name, not sure if I’m going to ask him something or not. His tongue traces my jaw, and my head falls back to give him better access as my eyes close.

“I always knew,” he says, coming back and taking my mouth again. This time, my mouth opens for him, and my tongue is waiting. He twirls his tongue around mine twice, then kisses my lips softly. “That kissing you would be out of this world,” he says, his voice low as he takes my lips again. “I just never thought that it would be like fireworks at Disney.”

I laugh, putting my head back, and he takes this chance to lean forward and kiss my throat.

“Fireworks at Disney?” I make fun of him.

“What?” he says, looking at me. His eyes are a soft amber color. “Whenever something amazing happens, they ask you what are you going to do now?” His hands go to my waist. “And every single time, it’s I’m going to Disney. Well, you are my Disney.”

My hand moves to his face, and I touch him for the first time, rubbing my thumb along his bottom lip. “I’ll take it,” I guess. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t slam the door in my face,” he says, laughing. “Now, can we go out for breakfast?” He looks at me. “Or lunch?”

I look at him, and I take the biggest leap I have in a long time. “I’d love to go to brunch with you.”

“You can’t go out like this,” he says, looking down at my shorts and tank top.

“Fine,” I say, grabbing the coffee and then walking back to my room. “Do you want to come and watch?” I ask, and his eyes go wide. “I don’t mean me getting naked.” He frowns now. “I mean, come and choose my outfit.”

He nods, and I wait for him to walk beside me. He puts his arm around my shoulder as we walk back to the bedroom. “Welcome to my bedroom,” I say, and he whistles when he walks in. “You can sit on the couch.” I point at the loveseat right in front of the king-size bed.

“What if I wanted to lie on the bed and smell your pillow?” He winks at me.

“You can lie on the bed, just don’t put your shoes on the bed,” I tell him and walk away as he watches me.

“I won’t put my shoes on the bed,” he says, and I look over my shoulder. “But one of these days, my shoes are going to be under this bed,” he says, throwing my cover over to sit on it as I swallow around the lump in my throat. He plops down on the bed, grabbing a couple of pillows to prop behind his head. “Now, start the fashion show.”Chapter 22MillerSitting on her bed, I swear she can hear the sound of my heart hammering in my chest. It echoes in my ears. The team opted to fly through the night to get home a day early, so I crawled into bed at five a.m., setting my alarm for eight, knowing I was going to try to get her to talk to me.