“Okay, do you think we need to talk about how nice it felt, lyin’ together, me watchin’ baseball and you zoned out?”
I sucked in an annoyed breath because he was ruining my plans by talking at all and his talking meant he was reminding me how good that did, indeed, feel and I snapped, “No.”
“All right, then do you think we need to talk about how great every kiss was that we’ve shared from the first to the last?”
My body grew tight and I bit out, “Absolutely not.”
“You’re sure you don’t want to know how good I think you taste?” he asked.
Oh boy. Mitch saying that felt like a warm, sweet, infinitely sexy physical thing too.
Crap.
“No,” I repeated.
“And how f**kin’ great you feel when you press into me and hold on tight.”
He was totally ruining my plans!
“No!” My voice was getting louder.
“And you don’t want to tell me how much you like it, just as much as me.”
“Mitch –”
“Best kiss I ever had,” he went on. “Every single one.”
God, God.
That was nice.
I closed my eyes, opened them and whispered, “Stop it.”
He didn’t stop it. “Best kisses you’ve ever had too. You told me, baby. That first one you told me straight out and I know the rest felt the same.” His head bent nearer to mine and his voice got lower when he said softly, “Especially when I had you on your back in my couch.”
He’d done a lot of things with his mouth when I was on my back in his couch and he was right, all of it was the best I ever had. All of it.
“Please, I need to say something,” I begged softly.
His arms gave me a squeeze, his fingers twisted in my hair, his face dipped super close to mine and he said, “No you don’t, Mara. Unless it’s to tell me you want, just as bad as me, to find out where all we’ve shared could lead. Anything else outta your mouth, right now, I do not want to hear.”
“It’s important,” I told him quietly.
“It’s gonna be f**ked up.”
I stared at him and returned, “No, it’s not.”
“I been gone for half an hour and so have the kids. In that time, you’ve been alone and thinkin’ about tonight. This means you’ve had time with nothing to distract you to start to panic about tonight. And this means you’ve had time to insert your head right back up your ass and I’m tellin’ you, Mara, I been waitin’ four years for tonight so I’m not lettin’ you f**k this shit up.”
Another direct hit, right on target. Bulls-eye. All my battle stations were crumbling to dust.
“You’ve been waiting four years for tonight?” I asked in a voice that was foreign to my own ears and I knew why. It stupid, stupid, stupidly held hope.
“Baby, I told you that the other night,” he reminded me.
“But –” I started but he cut me off.
“I moved in, you had a man,” he told me a fact I knew and I knew he knew and went on. “He was an ass**le and I knew this then because most of the time I saw you goin’ to him and not him comin’ to you. A man’s got a woman like you, he doesn’t make her come to him; he goes to her. I knew this after he was gone because the ass**le was gone and only an ass**le lets go of a good thing.”