Promised (The Promised Series)

that title.” I say, grabbing her hands to stop the tickling.
    Leaning in, she sucks my bottom lip in between hers and nibbles on it, the same way I’ve watched her do with her own lip when she’s nervous. I release her hands so I can hold the back of her head, deepening the kiss. Her hands fall to the buttons of my shirt and she slowly unhooks them. Then, pulling my t-shirt free of my pants, she slips her hand up my abs. Her fingers trail along each sculpted ridge of my abdomen and I hear myself take a sharp breath. She’s trying to torture me.
    Grabbing her wrists, I grumble. “I’m not sure I can handle this.”
    “I only wanted to see what you felt like under that shirt.” She pouts.
    “Oh, I’m enjoying it, but I know you don’t want to do more. And if you keep touching me like that, I’m going to want to touch you like that. And that’s going to make me want to do more.” I explain, releasing her wrists.
    “Oh.” she exclaims as her face lightens up with innocence.
    Running my hand over her hair to soothe her, I explain. “I’ll never push you. But you need to know there’s only so much I’ll be able to handle before we’ll have to pull back, so I can calm down.”
    “And you’ll let me know when you need to do that?” She asks from behind her lowered lashes.
    “I promise, I will.” I say, placing my hand along her jaw to tilt her eyes up to mine.
    “Can I kiss you again?” She asks quietly.
    Not even trying to hide my smile, I reply. “If you don’t do it soon, I’m going to flip you onto your back and kiss you myself.”
    “Ok. Ok! No need to get violent. I’ll kiss you if I must.” She groans and rolls her eyes.
    “Well, get to it, woman.” I urge on a chuckle as I place both my hands on her waist.
    Grinning, she leans back into me and captures my lips with hers. And I know at that moment that having her lips on me is as close as I’ll ever get to heaven without actually dying.

Chapter 12 – Wyn
    “Change Your Mind~
    “Did you bring me a change of clothes?” I ask Dani, slipping my heels off onto the passenger side floorboard.
    “Duffle bags on the back seat and I made sure to include my make-up bag. You don’t want to go home with your lips looking freshly kissed.”
    Climbing between the front seats, I plop myself in the back and grab the duffle bag off the floorboard. Linc and I were running behind to meet Dani this morning. So now I’m forced to change clothes while Dani drives us to my parent’s house, but I don’t regret it because it gave me extra time alone with Linc.
    I pull out the outfit Dani has brought and sit stunned. Then looking in the rearview mirror, I catch her smiling eyes. “Really?”
    “I couldn’t resist.” She says, trying to hold in her laugh.
    I let out a groan, knowing there’s nothing I can do. I either have to wear the dress I have on, which will cause all kinds of questions about where I really was last night, or put on this get-up Dani’s come up with. Shaking my head, I unzip my dress I have on and peel it off my body.
    “You know, it will probably raise more suspicions when I walk in wearing this thing than it would if I just wore my dress from last night.” I grumble, fumbling around trying to get the contraption Dani calls “pants and a top”, on.
    I tie the last strap in place on the shirt and then take a look down at myself. I’m wearing a bubble gum pink spandex top that has cut outs at the sides. And instead of sleeves, it has strings that lace down my arms. The pants she brought to go with the horrendous top are black leather with their own cut outs at my hips and rhinestones down the sides. She finished the look off with a pair of five inch heeled, black boots, which are pretty awesome by themselves. But paired with my get-up, not so much.
    “You do realize I look like a stripper’s closet threw up on me, right?” I ask, leaning back in the seat and pulling out the make-up bag to touch up my face.
    “You look like a real gypsy girl now.” Dani beams from the driver’s seat.
    “Where did you get these clothes, anyways?”
    “My closet, pre-pregnancy of course.”
    “When have you ever worn an outfit this absurd?”
    “Halloween, a year ago. I went as a sexy cowgirl. Remember? There was a matching pink, furry hat.”
    “And I went as Katniss from Hunger Games .” I say, remembering.
    “And no one knew who you were. You spent the whole night explaining your costume.”
    I look out the window to watch