Misunderstandings (Woodfalls Girls 2)

“Shut up, jerk. You know what I mean.”

“Okay. Let’s fix that right now,” he answered, sweeping his eyes around my room. Melissa had left the night before to spend the four-day holiday with her folks. She wanted me to come with her, but I was too broke to buy a plane ticket, so I lied and told her I’d be spending the holiday with Justin and his family.

“Gee, how can I resist such a romantic gesture? Besides, your family is expecting you,” I said weakly as he approached me.

“They’re expecting both of us,” he murmured, stepping between my parted legs that were hanging off the side of the bed. His hands gently cupped my face, tipping my head back until our eyes met. Everything inside me came to life as he slowly lowered me back on my bed. He moaned with desire as his lips found my neck. I felt his hand making its way beneath my shirt, sending shudders rippling through my body.

“Do you like that?” he whispered against my lips.

“Mmm-hmm,” was my only answer as I shifted so he could lie fully on top of me. It had been a while since I had been with a guy whose every touch left me yearning for more.

“What about this?” he asked, moving his hand slightly lower so his fingers slipped just inside the band of my jeans.

I nodded, unable to speak as the sensations from his touch muddled my brain. I wanted his hands everywhere. His callused palm against the sensitive skin of my lower stomach made my body arch in a silent plea for more.

“Brittni, you keep moving like that and I’m going to skip third base and slide into home,” he said, pulling his lips from mine. I could tell by his glassy-eyed stare that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

“And that’s a problem, why?” I asked, looping my legs around him so he was intimately pressed against me. My eyes fluttered closed as he crushed his lips to mine. The desire in me raged out of control. I pulled at his clothes, wanting the last barrier gone that separated fooling around from sheer ecstasy. He had his shirt halfway off when a familiar ringtone blared from the pocket of his jeans.

“Damn,” he said, showing me the phone, which displayed “Home” on the Caller ID.

“Yes?” he answered in a strained voice.

“Are you on your way back?” I could clearly hear his mom thanks to our close proximity.

“Almost. Brittni needed to finish a few things,” he answered, grinning devilishly. I pinched his arm and pushed at him, trying to get him to move off me. Even though she couldn’t see us, it felt weird to be getting it on with her on the phone.

“That’s fine, but I need you guys to pick up a can of cranberry sauce from the grocery store. You know how your grandpa insists that the canned version is the only good kind.”

“No problem, Mom. We’re heading out now,” Justin said, finally rising off me.

“Thanks, son. Love you.”

“Love you too,” he answered, ending the call. “You ready?” he asked, looking down at me where I was still sprawled out on the bed.

“What part of ‘I’m not going’ did you not understand?”

“You have to. Hollie made you a place card thingy and everything. You wouldn’t want to crush my poor kid sister’s heart, would you?” he asked, reaching a hand down and hauling me to my feet.

“Why does she like me anyway? Most kids hate me,” I said, sliding my feet into my favorite boots.

“You sure education is the right career choice for you?”

“Yeah, ironic, right?” I answered. “Believe it or not, I enjoy it. I like the idea of teaching our next generation. Technically, kids are not scared of me. They just listen really well when I’m around.”

“I could see that. You’ve got that drill sergeant voice nailed.”

“Is that your way of telling me I’m bossy?”

“Not necessarily bossy. I’d say assertive.”

“Ha, that’s just a nice way of saying bossy as hell,” I said, grabbing my bag as we left. I wasn’t as sad as I thought I would be leaving my room behind. Even though I fought the dinner invitation, the idea of being alone on Thanksgiving was a real downer. Who cares if we were mixing up the steps in the relationship? It wasn’t like there was some rule book that said you couldn’t join your boyfriend for a major holiday after only a few weeks of dating.

“Oh, you still have the roof on?” I asked, tamping my disappointment at the fully enclosed jeep.

“Disappointed?” he asked, opening my door.

“Sort of. It’s cold as hell, but I liked the freedom of no doors or roof.”