Page 62 of How to Deal
The bridal shower is uneventful.
Casey gets a few vibrators and lots of sexy lingerie. Most of us are excited about the bachelorette party tonight though, so the bridal shower was just like the beginning of the madness.
By the time the bachelorette party rolls around, I’m already drunk off the four peach margaritas I inhaled.
Zane goes with me to my apartment so I can change into my dress. As we’re leaving, Tathan is leaving his apartment too. Funny how we always meet this way.
“So. . . big party tonight, huh?” he asks.
“Yeah.” I give a nod down the hall, motioning for Zane to walk ahead of me, to give us some privacy. He’s somewhat reluctant, until I kick him in the ass. “Heading out to the Red Revolver,” I tell Tathan, moving my eyes to his.
Why did you just tell him that? He’ll probably follow you now.
Tathan raises an eyebrow and takes in my dress, letting out a relaxed whistle. “Guess I’ll have to expand the patrolling tonight to mark the territory.”
“Yeah.” I laugh, shutting my apartment door and turning to lock it behind me, only to see Zane at the end of the hall dry humping the wall. He’s pretty drunk too. It’s a good thing we’re taking a cab to the bar. “Gotta protect the pride, huh?”
“Oh, for sure.”
I smile and start to walk away when he grabs my hand and pulls me back. “Can I get just one kiss?”
He’s asking for kisses now?
He shifts closer, his body brushing the length of mine. Fighting a shiver at his proximity, he brings his thumb up to stroke my lower lip and then his lips are on mine, soft, tender, sweet, yet there’s some control there too.
Have you ever had a kiss that gives you a feeling like you know exactly where it would head if you let it? Not all kisses lead to sex. That’s not at all what I’m getting at here.
I’m talking about the ones that lead to those shitty emotional feelings. Those kisses.
They suck.
What surprises me is the way his body firmly aligns with mine and gives me a little hint of the possessiveness I know he has.
We explode right then in probably the hottest kiss ever.EVER. Picking me up, he slams me back against my door with his lips frantic on mine, rubbing, twisting, pulling, gasping, you name it, we’re doing it right here in the hallway. The scorch of his tongue, his hands, I should just open my door and let him in because that’s where this is going. Between his tongue filling me, the way his teeth scrape against my lips, it’s all so much more than I was expecting from him at this moment.
When he eases back, needing to breathe, he throws me off by cupping my cheek with his right hand and then kisses my forehead like what you read about in some kind of fairy-tale romance.
I gasp when he lets me down. He chuckles and moves his mouth to my neck, over my jaw, and then pulls away like he’s steadying me for a moment, trying to figure me out.
“Enjoy your evening,” he says, his body hovering intimately over mine, and he let’s go of me completely and then turns to walk down the hall ahead of me.
He sucks.
Because now the entire night I’m going to be thinking of that kiss and him. If I have to guess, it was definitely by design.
When Tathan passes by Zane—who I conveniently forgot witnessed all that—Zane makes a clawing motion and gives a loud “MEEE-OWWW” at him, only to have Tathan wink at him.
When I approach, Zane grins. “Jesus, muff.” He throws his arm around me. “That guy is wet-dream-worthy.”
Don’t I know it.
