Make Me Yours

“Remi,” she speaks my name on a breath, and I move my hand to the top of her thigh, higher into her shorts, sliding my thumb along the damp center of her panties.

She moans, and I close my mouth over hers again, kissing and chasing her tongue. I loop my fingers inside the thin lace until they’re slipping inside her pussy.

Another soft noise, and her hips begin to rock in time with my fingers sliding up and down her wet folds, touching her gently, then more insistently, massaging that little spot as she whimpers and sucks on my lips.

All at once, she stops and moves away. “We can’t do this.”

She catches my hand, taking it out of her pants and hopping off the bar. Her back is to me, and I watch as she brings her hands to her cheeks, her shoulders rising and falling with her rapid breaths.

I rake my hand through my hair. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. Forgive me.”

Pain is in my chest, and the last thing I want is to drive her away. I’ve dreamt of her moans, how she says my name when she comes, since I buried my face between her thighs. She’s like a drug to me now, and I want to hear those sounds again and again. I want her to want me as much as I want her. I can’t stand the thought of someone else having her, touching her that way.

“You don’t have to apologize. I like it. Too much.” It’s what I want to hear, but she doesn’t turn to me.

I want to pull her into my arms and hold her close, taste those sweet lips again. I want to ask her if she’s decided about New York… but I decide maybe I’d better not go there with the scent of her still all over my fingers.

“I’d better go to bed now.”

With that, she leaves me standing in the kitchen with a tent in my pants.

21

Ruby

“So? Are you going to New York with Remi?” Drew sits on her feet on my mom’s couch.

Her bridal shower is small, but it’s what she wanted—just our closest friends, Dotty

Magee, and a few girls from Drew’s church group. They’re in the kitchen helping Ma with the platters of cake and cookies. I’m on the couch, surrounded by torn wrapping paper, sexy lingerie, photo albums and frames, with the book listing who gave what on my lap.

“Shush!” I hold my hand in front of her lips. “If Ma hears you, she’ll put me in a convent.”

“Too late for that.” Drew leans back, beaming. “Well? What did you tell him?”

My lips press into a frown. “I haven’t told him anything yet.”

I think about our hot make-out session in the kitchen, his fingers in my panties nearly making me come. It makes me hot all over, and I clear my throat.

Again, I’d spent the last two days doing my best to stay out of sight. It didn’t matter. He would find me, and every time we’d look at each other, it was blazing hot. Any time our hands would brush, whether I was handing him a plate or taking care of his daughter, it was sparks of lightning.

His possessiveness, the way he talks about Henry… I hate admitting it, but I love it.

Drew’s watching me with a knowing light in her eyes. “I take it karaoke night didn’t move you back to the friend zone?”

“God, no. That was a total backfire.” I put the book on the coffee table and start packing Drew’s gifts in their boxes.

It’s all I can do to keep my mind from flying to his tongue inside me after that night of singing. Jesus. My thighs squeeze at the memory.

“Well, I don’t blame you.” Drew helps me clean up the mess. “His voice is like chocolate ribbons of pure sex. And with those eyes and that dimple…”

She sighs, and I straighten, putting my hands on my hips. “Aren’t you supposed to be in love with someone else?”

“For you! I’m appreciating him for you.” She laughs. “I’m so happy you’ve finally found someone. I swear, I thought you might end up with Ralph after all.”

“Good god, Andrea! Don’t even say those words.” That makes her laugh more.

“Is living with him your only reason for not diving headfirst into this love fest? Because I’ll help you find an apartment. Heck, with the money you’re making, you could buy one of those new condos in Eagleton Manor.”