Chapter 8 Going To Be Trouble
GOING TO BE TROUBLE
“Are you sure you’re okay going home alone?”
Kenzie smiled the next morning. It was barely five, she’d gotten up early, showered, eaten and then had to get back to her hotel before Bethany knew she hadn’t spent the night there.
Nothing inappropriate happened between her and Nelson. All they did was talk.
Braylon and West returned to the jet to stay the night and would be back to see Nelson today, but she’d be on the road by then.
“I’m fine,” she said. “I need to just get it over with.”
Dreading it for the rest of the day wouldn’t help matters any. It was on her way home, so she would be stopping to talk to her parents after she dropped Bethany and Joshua off.
They lived close to her parents. Convenient...in a horrible way. She’d rather have made a phone call, but that was the coward’s way out.
“You were here for me with my family, I feel as if I should be there with you for yours.”
She laughed, thinking he was joking. He wasn’t.
“Nelson. I appreciate the offer. I do. But I can handle it. It won’t be pretty and maybe I don’t want anyone to witness it. Besides, it’d look odd if you rode there with us. How would I explain any of that to my friends when they just think I had a casual hookup?”
He squinted his eyes. “I’m willing to bet there isn’t anything casual about you.”
“No. Many would say the same about you too, I’m sure.”
“I don’t know about that.”
He reached for her hand, his fingers holding loosely to hers. Their conversation last night was nice, fun, and eye opening. He really was a guy she would like to know more about. If he weren’t so freaking wealthy.
In any other situation, he wouldn’t look her way. She knew that and was only living in some fantasy world thinking otherwise.
“I want to keep in touch,” he said. “I mean, you’re my wife and all.”
She laughed at his wickedly charming grin.
“We have to stay in touch,” she said. “How else will I know what is going on with our divorce?”
Nelson’s eyes were searching hers. She couldn’t read what was going through his mind as much as she wished she could.
He gave her a little tug pulling her closer to him, right in his personal space.
“I’m not going to leave you hanging.”
She went with her gut and leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m glad it was you I accidentally married instead of some other stranger.”
He turned his head, his mouth a whisper away from hers.
He was going to kiss her.
She knew. She felt it.
She wanted it.
“I want to remember this one,” he said, his mouth landing on hers.
Their lips rubbed against each other, side to side, testing, teasing, feeling each other out.
His tongue slipped through and she opened to grant him entrance.
Please come in, she wanted to say.
But to talk, the kiss would end and it was the last thing she wanted.
Her arms slipped around his neck, her chest plastered to his, his hands on her waist anchoring her in place.
The longer the kiss went on, the more it deepened, the feelings growing in the pit of her stomach, expanding her chest and dampening her panties.
She’d never had a one-night stand in her life. Ever.
She didn’t know if they’d had sex or not. It was just an assumption based on an open condom on the floor.
You’d think if a kiss felt this good that she’d remember much more, drunk or not.
It was as if he had some magic spell over her. One touch, one kiss, she was done.
Married or not, Nelson Carlisle was going to be trouble.
As much as it pained her to make this decision, she unlocked their lips. His eyes were smoldering and she was pretty sure hers were too.
The skin on his neck under her fingers was warm, her hands wanting to stay here all day.
Her heart was pounding and she hoped his was too.
“Are you going to remember that?”
He laughed, dropped his head and put another kiss on her lips, then stepped back. “You know, Kenzie. You’re going to be hard to forget, even without that kiss... or this ring.”
They both still had them on.
She sighed, then slid it off. She’d be seeing Bethany and didn’t need the questions.
The ring went into the pocket of her shorts. Nelson looked at his hand and removed his also, but kept it in his palm.
“The same, Nelson. I should go.”
“Text me when you get to your parents so I know you arrived safely.”
She wasn’t surprised he’d said that. That he cared. “I will.”
“Then I want to know how it went. If you want me to get on a call and talk to them, I will. No questions asked.”
“I appreciate it, but it will be fine.”
If she told herself that enough, she’d believe it.
“I’m here for a week,” he said. “It won’t take much for me to come see you. It’s a ninety-minute flight. I already checked.”
Her bottom lip came out in a tiny pout. Not a move she made often in life, but the guy in front of her just kept with the surprises.
“You don’t need to do that.”
“Maybe I want to,” he said, his voice low, his gaze deep.
“What does that mean?”
He shrugged, and his features changed. “You don’t want to be late.”
So much for getting more out of him. It was for the best. She’d been telling herself that a lot lately.
Like last night while she slept in the guest room staring at the ceiling and wondering what Nelson was doing on the other side of the wall.
They’d spent the night in the same bed once already, barely dressed, why couldn’t they do it again?
Because last night it wouldn’t have been about sleep. She knew that.
He probably did too.
Why make this any more complicated than it already was?
“No,” she said. “Don’t suppose I can get another kiss for the road.”
“Shit yeah,” he said, his lips landing on hers. This time there was more heat to it, more persuasion, and undeniable seduction. When he lifted his head, her body wanted to slump to the ground with her legs nearly giving out. The look in his eyes said he knew exactly the effect he had on her.
She grabbed her purse and the small bag that held her clothes from yesterday, walked to the door, then stopped with her hand on it. Her head turned and she looked over her shoulder at her husband. “Bye,” she said, giving a silly little wave.
He returned it. She smiled and closed the door to make her way back to her friends who started this mess she’d gotten herself into.