Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden) novel Chapter 113

Brooklyn

Colsen drops me off exactly at midnight.

In the car, he leans over to give me one last kiss, but I put a hand out to stop him.

“Please,” I say, my eyes sad. He pulls back, surprised, but then his eyes flick up to the house.

“All right,” he whispers, giving me a warm little smile.

Then he takes my hand in his and raises it to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss against my knuckles, just as he did that time at the bar.

“I want to see you again. Soon.”

I nod, giving him a half smile, but I don’t say anything as I step out of the car.

I wave as Colsen pulls away, but I don’t turn and head into the house immediately.

Because honestly, I’m not sure I want to be here, and I know what’s waiting for me inside.

Because tonight, with Colsen?

Tonight was just…amazing.

We spent the whole night outside of that taco truck, plenty of good food and cheap beers to fuel an entire night of conversation.

We also spent a great deal of the time making out.

Colsen makes me feel something. It’s easy, and fun, and sexy.

It’s just—I didn’t realize how much I wanted a night like tonight with a guy like Colsen, and how much I had missed it, even though I’ve never really had it before.

Colsen never, ever would have fit my image of Prince Charming—his tattoos, his dangerous job, and crazy lifestyle definitely would have put him out of the running. But in other ways?

He…kind of fits the bill.

I mean, tonight?

We laughed, and we kissed, and I could tell that he wanted more but he never, ever pushed me to go further than I wanted to.

Instead, he let me explore the contours of him at my own pace, and I liked it.

I liked pulling his face down to mine, opening my mouth to him. I liked the feel of him exploring me with his tongue and his hands.

I liked the way he pulled me closer to him, letting me know that there’s more here to for the taking if I want it, but only if I want it and at my own pace.

By the end of the night I’d found myself sitting in his lap, running my fingertips through his hair, his broad hand slipping down the outside of my thigh and getting dangerously close to my ass.

He also made me laugh so hard my face hurt.

And the whole time, I never felt on the edge of anything—never felt scared or pushed.

And as I turn to stare up at the door to this house, I realize…that it’s nothing like the way Aden makes me feel. At all, ever.

And I have no idea which one I like more.

Realizing that I’m starting to get cold standing out here pondering life, I start up the steps and pull the jacket more tightly around my shoulders—

Then I gasp.

I’m still wearing Colsen’s jacket.

I quickly shrug it off—I can’t walk into Aden’s house, for our…our appointment—

Wearing some other guy’s jacket—

I quickly ball the fabric up and stick it under my arm, realizing that my only choice now is to take it with me.

Silently, I pray that nobody’s in the foyer when I step into the house.