Salvation (Surrender 3)
A smile spreads across her face, and she bites down on her bottom lip. “That’s a much better plan.”
I bend and lift her onto the counter, stepping between her legs. The moment our mouths meet, she parts her lips and touches the tip of her tongue to mine. My hands thread through her hair and massage her scalp with the same rhythm as our tongues swirl. I deepen the kiss, pulling her to the edge of the counter and closer into me. The feeling of her small body takes me back to thirty minutes ago in her bed and in my arms.
A groan escapes from low in my throat as I devour her. The taste of spearmint coats my mouth, and I can’t get enough. Her hands slide around my waist as she pulls away and lays her cheek against my chest. “Much better idea than coffee,” she murmurs.
“Ember, last night changed things for me. You have every right to be cautious, but know I’m in this for the right reasons.” I push a stray hair behind her ear and rub lightly on her neck. “I liked waking up next to you. Even more, I like kissing you before I leave for work. So we’re gonna take this slow, but I want to know if you’re on the same page.”
“What’s the page?”
“I thought you were too good for me. I was right, but I want you. Do you forgive me for being a total asshole?”
“Yes.” Her face glows.
“I really need to go but will call you later today.”
“Okay.”
“You have plans tonight?”
“I have a few after-hours appointments. And Jonas is picking up his suit after practice.”
“Anyone in the shop with you?”
“No.”
This sits uneasy with me, but I don’t want to come off as a controlling bastard. “How about I come by about seven. When you’re done, we’re going to a bar with my friends.”
“I don’t want to intrude. Sounds like boys night.”
“I want you to intrude. Your company is enjoyable.” I squeeze her leg, step back, and start to walk away. “Talk to you soon,” I say over my shoulder.
“Robbie,” she calls softly and I turn. “I may sleep like a log, but I remember you holding me. It was nice.”
I wink at her and walk out. Nice? Am I turning into nice?
Chapter 8
Another One Bites the Dust.
Robbie
Finn follows me back to my office and stands against the doorframe with his arms crossed. “You gonna make me ask, or you gonna tell me?”
“Tell you what?”
“Seriously?” He raises an eyebrow and grins. “You want me to spell it out?”
“I guess so, since I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He looks at the ceiling and blows out a breath then steps in, closing the door behind him. “I actually almost bought it, which means I’m losing my edge. Your dad said your leg hurt and he was concerned. Then you walk in thirty minutes late, with a grin on your face and no limp. You forget I’ve seen you, man. Even through the worst. Your leg hurts- you limp. Today, you strolled. Come up with a better excuse.”
“Don’t know what you mean.” I avoid eye contact.
“How about this? You smell like a girl.”
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re saying.”
“A certain girl.”