worse.
She’s opening herself to me, showing me who she is and it’s fucking beautiful. Everything about her brings me to my goddamn knees. How anyone can walk past her and not stop, blows my mind. The idea of her dickless husband leaving her is asinine. Who would walk away from someone as gorgeous as she is? It’s more than just her beauty, though. She’s smart, funny, strong—sometimes a little too strong, and she gives me a sense of hope that I haven’t felt in a long time.
“God, you kiss good,” Heather breathes, and then her lips are back on mine.
I hold her golden locks in my hands and plunge my tongue deeper. I taste the mint from the gum she was chewing. Heather’s soft hands slide up my chest to cup my jaw, and I lean back, taking her with me. I’m practically lying flat so I can enjoy her weight as it settles on top of me.
Our tongues push against each other, giving and taking in a constant battle for control. I don’t let up. I fight her for dominance. I struggle for her to let loose and give it over to me. The truth is, the harder she resists, the more turned on I get.
I tighten my grip in her hair, loving the moan she makes in my mouth. Her noises spur me further, wanting her so bad I think my dick is going to explode from fucking kissing. Because that wouldn’t be embarrassing . . . I can see it now: “Pop Star Blows His Load While Making Out” on page seven. Thankfully, I’m able to keep myself in control because the only place I’m blowing my load is inside her. I might actually die if that doesn’t happen soon.
My lips glide across the skin of her neck and down to her shoulders. “You’re so beautiful,” I rumble against her skin. “Every inch of you is perfect. I can close my eyes and see your body as if it’s that night all over again.”
She lets out a low moan as my hand cups her perfect breast. I let the weight of her fill my hand, and I roll it around, just brushing the nipple.
I’m a boob guy, always have been. Tits are like gifts from God. There’s a reason men don’t have them—if we did, we’d play with them all day. I would take a shit and cop a feel. I’d be showering and just rub them. I don’t care if that sounds crazy, it’s true.
“Tell me this is real,” she demands.
“It’s real,” I say as I untie the knot of her bikini. I hold it there because I want her to lead this. If she wants to have sex and run away again, she’s going to be swimming because there’s nowhere to go.
She moves her hand to mine and pulls the strings down, giving me the view I am desperate for.
My mouth waters as I stare at her tits. I’m dying to taste her again. I shift our bodies so she’s straddling my lap, and push my dick against the warmth of her pussy, wanting nothing more than to bury myself in her heat. My mouth latches onto her nipple, lavishing it as she holds my head where she wants it. The feel of her hands, controlling me has me sucking her harder.
Her head falls back, her long hair brushing the tops of my thighs as she grinds down hard. “I want you,” she confesses.
I want her more than my next breath. I just don’t want to scare her away. Yesterday was a turning point for us in some way. She didn’t tell me to leave or push me away hard. It was almost as if she was finally agreeing to whatever this is.
The last thing I need is to go two steps back. However, I’m not going to tell her no, either. Not when my dick is so hard it could cut glass.
“Look at me, baby.”
Her eyes meet mine, and I see the desire burning in her gaze. More than that, I see worry.
The way she looks at me stops my heart, and I feel like a prick. I may kick myself in the ass for this, but there’s no way I can do this to her. If my whole goal is to get her to stop trying to get rid of me, I have to earn it. She has to trust me enough that, when I look in her eyes, the only thing I