Chapter 6 #2
I grabbed a string of mini flamingo lights off a small tabletop tree and draped them around her neck without revealing the ornament hidden in my hand. It was difficult since she kept trying to get a glimpse of it, but I had big hands and stealth.
And long jacket sleeves I could slip it into.
After I’d paid—and insisted she wear the still blinking lights out of the store—Ally shook her head and aimed for the next shop. This time, we walked together. Our hands brushing back and forth, fingers colliding, wrists bumping. Neither of us making the grab.
Best friends didn’t hold hands. God knows we never had before. But tonight, I wanted to. I wanted her fingers to clutch mine as I pulled her in close by that strand of madly blinking lights and met her smiling mouth with my own.
I’d give my right nut to keep that grin on her face. Pay any price. Risk anything.
Even us.
In the next store, she browsed the kitchen gadgets and cookbooks and household knickknacks with her typical curiosity. Her gaze touched every item before her hands followed suit. I swallowed hard, imagining what it would be like to be the object of all that fascination.
To be her sole focus, even for an hour. For a night.
She bought a cow salt and pepper set and some hot cocoa mix and we headed to the coffee shop where we studied rows of truffles through the glass cases and debated hot apple cider or cappuccino. She went for the cider and I chose black coffee with a shot of maple.
Maple like the golden-brown eyes that smirked at me when I gave in and dumped some cream into my coffee.
Getting to black only was a process for me, one she was sure I’d never manage. She thought I enjoyed my sweets too much.
If she only had a clue.
Outside the rain had started anew, so we ducked into another shop, this one with ship memorabilia and nautical apparel.
I grabbed her a tote bag and tucked her flamingo lights and her surprise present and her kitchen shop purchases inside then threw it over my shoulder, ignoring her laughter at the picture I made in my business suit.
Whatever. It was only half a business suit, since I had jeans on with the shirt, jacket and tie as always.
Perk of owning my own business. Casual Fridays were every day of the damn week.
The next time we slipped outside, the rain had lessened, so we decided to take that walk on the pier.
The long length of it was draped in white lights, and the tiny flickers bounced off the rippling expanse of dark water that stretched far in the distance.
At the end of the pier, she stopped and leaned over the railing, her dark hair billowing behind her in the wind.
Her flirty dress clung to the backs of her thighs and her ass, and the illicit glimpse I took of both probably had something to do with why I crowded her against the rail.
I didn’t move back as she stiffened and regained her full height, her ringed fingers suddenly clutching the rail.
“Personal space, Hamilton,” she tossed back, but she didn’t look me in the eye. “Ever heard of it?”
“I’ve been giving you all kinds of space.” Testing us both, I gripped a handful of the fabric swishing around her thighs. Step one to touching her bare skin. “Doesn’t seem like it’s getting me anywhere.”
“Since when is it supposed to? We’re friends, remember?” There was no missing the thread of desperation in her tone, even with the wind kicking up and making it harder to hear her.
I didn’t need to grasp every nuance in her voice to know how she felt. Her body was telling me with every rigid, unyielding curve. She was holding herself as far away from me as she could, practically leaning over the water.
Her reaction was a clear sign to back off. To steer clear.
Not interested, pal. Hate to break it to you.
I could almost hear her lobbing the words at me even in the heavy silence of the night. But it wasn’t completely quiet. There was the wind, and the lapping water, and my heartbeat thudding crazily in my head. In the distance, people were laughing, and music was playing, and life went on.
Out here, it had stopped. Suspended in a moment we’d never get back.
As if she sensed me moving too close, she whirled around, nailing me in the gut with her elbow then pressing her spine to the railing.
Her gaze never lifted above my Adam’s apple.
“Here we go. Should’ve known you’d try this.
Always gotta close the deal, and so much for giving me space to make up my mind.
Ha. Like you or Oliver ever give anyone a chance to say no. You cajole and wheedle and insist—”
I braced my hands on the rail on either side of her hips. “I haven’t said a word about it tonight. You’re the one who has it in your head every time you look at me.” I dropped my voice. “Speaking of, why don’t you try doing that?”
“How am I supposed to not think about it? You didn’t ask me to go for takeout or on vacation. Hell, you didn’t even ask me to have a crazy fling, as insane as that would be.”
“Alison. Look at me.”
Her eyes flickered up to mine and away, holding on some far-off spot while the lights danced along the gold of her irises.
She might not be able to meet my gaze for long, but I was riveted on hers.
On how she couldn’t seem to take a full breath that didn’t shudder out between her parted lips.
I didn’t look lower because I couldn’t. One glimpse of those perfect tits straining the cotton bodice of her dress and I’d be a goner.
When she didn’t make an effort to shift her focus to my face, I gripped her chin in fingers I deliberately kept gentle. I didn’t want to scare her any more than she already was.
Hell, any more than I was too at this moment. So much hung in the balance, far more than contracts and deals and egg meets sperm.
“I’m not forcing your hand,” I said quietly, staring at her eyes though she wouldn’t look any higher than my mouth. “I told you what I want, what is important to me and why. Now the ball’s in your court.”
“You can’t make a move like this based on the whims of a three-year-old. It’s not logical. She wants a puppy too. Is that next?”
“Maybe, but puppies are easier to get my hands on than babies. And I’d rather like to see what a combination of our DNA would look like. Gold eyes, maybe, crazy temper, a slightly hysterical laugh? Should I invest in earplugs?”
“Ugh. You’re impossible.” She nudged me back, and I went, but only far enough for her to move to the opposite railing.
“Laurie’s going to change her mind, decide she doesn’t want a sibling after all, and then what?
My birth canal isn’t the customer service counter at Macy’s. You’ll be stuck with the kid.”
Though my temper jumped to life, I leaned back on the railing. Perhaps if I adopted a relaxed pose, the rest of me would follow suit. “Mind keeping your voice down? There’s not many people out right now, but there’s enough.”
“Are you kidding me? It’s storming. They can’t hear us.” As if she’d called down the rain, lightning forked through the sky and thunder rumbled in the distance.
“Okay, keep screaming. I’m cool with it. And guess what, Lawrence, I want the child too. To complete my family. Not that my family isn’t complete now, but I want another baby. Is that so crazy? If I was a woman, no one would be questioning why I’m doing this.”
“Wrong. Big time wrong. They’d be thinking you couldn’t get a man and wanted a love substitute.”
“Well, that’s not entirely wrong. I can’t get a man, but I have to admit I haven’t tried.”
Her lips twitched. “You’re such a jackass.”
“Yeah, and I can see why you’re wary about crossing streams with me.
Hamilton men aren’t easy to take on. Why we all end up divorced and bitter, or in the case of my twin, just the bitter part.
” I moved toward Ally, boxing her in again neatly against the rail.
Some part of me enjoyed doing that far too much.
“Why I’m giving you an escape hatch. Do the deed, make the baby, escape while you can. ”
Her lips trembled. “That’s not why at all. You just want the kid, not a woman.”
“Oh, I can assure you that’s not true, especially right now.” I tipped up her chin. “God did me a favor by blinding me to your beauty all these years. Otherwise I would’ve had you under me before we made it out of high school.”
She rolled her eyes. “Do these lines work on other women? Because gotta say, I’m not falling for them—”
My mouth covered hers just as thunder shook the sky one more time, but the crack wasn’t enough to disguise her moan.
She lifted her hands up to my chest and I didn’t press for more, just kept my lips against hers, sucking down her staccato breaths while I gave her the moment to accede or shove me back.
Then her fingers curled into the fabric of my dress shirt and it was on.
I buried one hand in her hair, tilting her head back so I could have her the way I needed to.
The sweetness from our tiramisu and her strawberry lip gloss battled in my head, setting off a furious pounding in my groin that had nothing to do with making a baby and everything to do with getting her naked.
Now.
Whatever it took.
I lowered my hands to her hips, fisting the cotton that barely hid her curves from my view, twisting it as our tongues touched and tangled. Without warning, I lifted her up on the railing and she gasped, wobbling, her hair streaming behind her as her honey eyes went wild and frightened.
“I’ve got you.” Tightening my hold, I moved between her legs and ran kisses over her delicate collarbone, tracing the edge of the arrow necklace. Aiming lower, burying my face in her cleavage so that her frantic heartbeat seemed to throb in tandem with my own.