Page 53 of Truth or More Truth
Instead, he clears his throat. “There are some things you need to know about me.”
“Yes,” I say as I let go of his pants and run my hands up his abs and chest until they’re resting on his broad shoulders. “And there are some things you need to know about me. But there will be plenty of time to discuss all that on our drive home.” I move my hands to the back of his neck and pull his head toward mine. “Dare tonight, truth tomorrow.”
His lips finally meet mine, and I sigh into him. I expect intensity, but that’s not what I get. He peppers tiny kisses across my top lip and then my bottom one, and my legs go limp again. One of his hands shoots down to my hip to support me, and the other wraps around the back of my neck as he continues placing smallkisses along my jawline and up to my ear. I shudder in his arms, and I’m not at all embarrassed by it. In fact, I tilt my head to the side, offering him more surface area to cover with his soft, searching lips.
“Melissa,” he whispers almost reverently as he kisses his way down my neck and back up. By now I’m breathing so heavily I wouldn’t be surprised if anyone walking through the lobby could hear me.
“Bobby,” I whimper as my fingers grasp at his short hair. “Stop torturing me.”
“Doesn’t feel like torture to me,” he murmurs between kisses. “Feels like heaven.” His tongue flicks against the spot right below my earlobe where I dab my perfume. “Tastes like it too.”
I stifle a groan. “This isn’t what I meant when I dared you to kiss me.”
“Maybe not.” His mouth moves so he can whisper in my ear. “But I’m enjoying it immensely.”
Though I can’t contradict him, I’m getting impatient, so I bracket his head with my hands and forcefully bring his lips to mine. A laugh rumbles through him before he kisses me the way I really want him to.
twenty-two
. . .
Iknew kissing Melissa would be amazing, but life-changing now seems a more appropriate way to describe it. I have never felt such a strong physical connection with anyone. Whether it’s because of all we’ve been through over the past two days or because she’s simply special, I don’t know. But it doesn’t matter.
Her hands are trailing over my chest and abs, and mine are itching to explore more of her soft curves, but I restrain myself considering our location and the fact that before I can take this any further with her, I need to tell her everything. She deserves a chance to back out before she does anything she might regret. I’m hoping she won’t have any misgivings over what we’re doing now.
Loud voices from the lobby bring me back to reality, and I end the kiss and pull my face far enough away from Melissa’s to look her in the eye.
“You good?” I ask.
“Better than good,” she replies and gives me another short kiss that I turn into a longer one. “That’s my favorite game of ‘Truth or Dare’ ever.”
“I don’t recall you giving me the truth option,” I say with a grin. “In fact, you refused me that option.”
“Okay, fine. It was the best game of ‘Dare’ ever.”
“Agreed.” I press my mouth to hers one more time before stepping back and pulling her away from the door.
Melissa’s hands go to her hair. “How’s my hair? Is it a mess? Does it say, ‘I just made out in a closet like a teenager’?”
I maneuver a few errant strands back into place. “It says, ‘I’m the most beautiful woman here.’” I pause. “Don’t tell the bride I said that.”
She blushes and laughs. “I’m keeping a lot of secrets from Leslie for you. Anything else you need to add to the growing list?”
“Is it too much to ask for you to not tell her about what just happened here?”
Melissa nods. “Yep. I think it’s only fair she hears about my ‘Seven Minutes in Heaven’ session with you. You know, to make up for the last time I played that game … with her husband.” Her cheeks turn slightly pink.
“I get it. You can tell your friends about this, because goodness knows Diego will pull it out of me. But maybe don’t share the details.”
She places her hand on my chest and kisses my chin. “The details are just for us.” She swipes her thumb over my lips. “Had a little lipstick there, B.S.”
I smile, take her hand in mine, and lead her out of the room, only to be met by the triumphant faces of both Wendy and Randall. They’re not even pretending they weren’t waiting for us to come out.
Wendy makes a show of looking at her husband’s watch. “Do you two have any idea how long you were in there?”
Melissa and I look at each other and shrug at the same time before looking back at our friends.
“Seventeen minutes!” Wendy crows.
