up, I can feel it. Then, I sense her body turn and I do the same. We face one another, her green eyes big and her cheeks bright red. She takes a step closer to me, then another, until we’re practically touching.
“You’re still married, Landry,” she says. “I know you said you’ve been separated for years. But technically, you’re still married.”
“So this means?”
Her lips curve up into a small smile. “This means that we can’t do anything, not until it’s final. I just wouldn’t feel right about that.”
Lifting my hand, I cup her cheek, my thumb sliding across the apple of her cheek. “I want more from you, Tennessee. I shouldn’t.”
“Probably not. I shouldn’t either.”
“But you do?”
“I do,” she rasps. “I really do.”
Shifting my gaze from hers to the floor, I lift it back up to meet hers again. “I’m old enough to be your father.”
She hums before she lifts her hand, wrapping her fingers around my wrist. “Funny, I’ve never been attracted to anyone quite the way I am you. Your age doesn’t really mean much to me, at least not where my body is concerned.”
Without a second thought, I dip my chin and touch my mouth to hers. Sliding my tongue across the seam of her lips, she whimpers as they part and I invade her mouth. We both moan, the feeling of her warm mouth taking over my senses. She’s sweet and soft, and I imagine her body is as ready as mine is right now.
My divorce won’t be final for another forty-five days. I’m not sure if I can wait that long. I’m not sure if I can be around her day in and day out, knowing she’s attracted to me the way that I am her and not touch, lick, taste her.
Fucking shit.
TENNESSEE
Dear Diary,
I tried to be good.
I failed.
Tenny.
Without a second thought. Throwing all caution to the wind, ignoring my own words from just moments ago, along with my apparent morals and values, I lift my hands and grip his shirt with my fingers.
Tugging him close, I let out a whimper as I press my chest against his. I ache, everywhere. Every single part of me. Landry growls, his beard rubbing against my face, his strong arms wrapping around my back as he pulls me closer against his chest and deepens the kiss.
Slowly, he breaks the kiss. My breath hitches. I no longer feel the tickle in my throat. I no longer feel anything except excitement and adrenaline. It flows through my veins.
This is wrong.
I just said that it was moments ago.
This feels so right.
“Landry,” I whisper.
He hums, pressing his forehead against mine as we both pant in an attempt to catch our breaths. Tipping my head back, I look up into his eyes with a sigh. Those amber orbs watch me, everything about him unreadable.
“I’ll respect your wishes, Tennessee, but I want you to know that what I want, it isn’t going to be a fling. It’s real. I like you and I’d really like to get to know you better.”
“How?” I ask. “I have a baby. I’m not going to leave him with a sitter and go out on dates. You’re used to your freedom, but that’s not where I am in my life right now.”
Landry chuckles. It’s soft, gentle, and warm, just like him. He isn’t making fun of me, laughing at me. It’s something totally different.
“I know, Tennessee. Holden is your life, he’s your priority, and I’m all in on that.”
“How? You barely know us,” I ask.
He smiles, shaking his head. “I know all I need to know, honey.”
“But—”
I don’t get any other words out. Instead, he tilts his head to the side and shuts up my questions with a kiss. His tongue does another swift move through my mouth before he lifts his head slightly.
“I know all I need to know,” he repeats.
Then his hands slide from my back to my waist and grab hold of my ass with a rough squeeze. I let out a gasp, shifting my hands to his shoulders, squeezing them as my lips part in awe. He grins, then before I realize what’s happening, he picks me up.
I cry out in surprise as Landry turns us and starts to walk down a hallway. I don’t ask where he’s taking me, a little afraid to have this spell broken. He turns us into a room, and then I feel it.
There’s a bed against my calves as he releases me, my body sliding down the entire length