Free Bad Impressions (Revive Me #1) by Franca Storm Page B

food.”
    “Sure. Sounds good. Then we can come back here after?”
    He chuckled. “Whatever you want, darlin’.”

Chapter 13
    ~Brad~
     
    I stood watching her as I leaned against the bookcase beside the entrance to The Avid Reader. I’d been waiting for my mom to finish up with a customer when I’d caught sight of Soph. She was talking to a middle-aged woman and gesturing to two books in her hands. The woman was hanging on to her every word, riveted by whatever it was that she was saying.
    She was in her element, her eyes sparkling; an excited smile on her face.
    Her outfit was killing me, though.
    A tiny black mini-skirt and a short-sleeved white blouse with a plunging neckline. Her hair was wild and falling in waves. She looked so damn fuckable.
    The minute I’d spotted her, my dick had woken the fuck up. I’d already had to discreetly adjust my jeans once. But it would just have to behave itself. Just like it had for the last week since that day at the ravine.
    In between her schedule at the bookstore and mine at the bar, we’d managed to see each other every day, spending any time we could together. And I’d managed to keep it in my pants the entire time. She hadn’t been making it easy for me, though. Between the sexy little looks she sent my way and trying to take our make-out sessions much further, she’d been working hard to seduce me. I deserved a goddamn medal for keeping my shit together.
    But I wasn’t sure she saw it that way. She was frustrated. She hadn’t said anything, but I’d known her long enough to be able to pick up on what she wasn’t willing to say.
    Didn’t she get that I was doing it for us? That I wanted things between us to be more…more than sex? Because I was so damn addicted to the feel of her, the only way I could limit it was to hold off entirely.
    She finished up with the customer, waving goodbye. I glanced around the bookstore and saw my mom disappearing into her office with a determined look on her face. She was still busy. I had some time then.
    I headed up to the second floor where Soph was still milling about. She was putting the books in her hands away. I grabbed her arm and pulled her deep into the stacks.
    She spun around in surprise and dropped the books she’d been holding in the process. Her face lit up when she saw it was me.
    “Hey,” she said, excitedly. Knowing that I’d put that look on her face sent a thrill through me.
    “When you taking your break? You wanna sneak off and have lunch together again?”
    The sneaking part was slowly doing me in. Even something as simple as having lunch together was a complicated operation, just to ensure that no one saw us together.
    It involved us each buying our lunch at separate places and then heading off to a secluded area of the park. We couldn’t even walk there together. We had to time our approaches a few minutes apart just to avoid suspicion. We each approached from a different route as well.
    It was a major headache.
    But telling Ollie would be far worse. And it wasn’t just Ollie. It was the whole damn town. They were nosy beyond belief. Soph and I were both worried that making our relationship public would put too much pressure on it. It was still new and we were still figuring it out ourselves. The last thing we needed was external interference.
    “Right now, I want to do this ,” she said, lunging at me.
    Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me down to her for a kiss. I tried to keep it soft and slow, but she wasn’t having any of it. She deepened it quickly, thrusting her tongue down my throat.
    Fuck . I couldn’t hold back. I pushed her against the stacks and she gasped in surprise as her back jarred against the books.
    My hands slipped under her blouse, inching their way towards her incredible tits. I couldn’t wait to feel them in my hands again. Their softness, their perfect fit, the little moans she made when I showered them with attention.
    Someone cleared their throat