Sweet as Honey (The Seven Sisters) - By Caitlyn Robertson Page 0,36
case, the promise of her wedding and of finally becoming Dex’s wife, and now her fear of losing him, all of these knotted together, and she clung to him, terrified of letting him go in case he walked out of her life and never came back.
He tore his mouth from hers and planted hot, wet kisses down her neck, and she tipped her head back.
“Don’t leave me,” she couldn’t help saying as he kissed back up to her mouth.
“I won’t.” He kissed her hard, bruising her mouth, but she didn’t care. “I couldn’t Honey, I love you more than anything in the world.”
“Tell me again.”
“I love you.” He kissed her cheeks, her eyes, back to her mouth. “I love you.”
A deep ache filled her, along with an urge to prove that she wanted him. What the hell, they were going to be married at the weekend anyway. She fumbled at his trousers, trying to undo the button, and he groaned and caught her hands.
“Please,” she whispered. “Let me.”
He hesitated, and she raised herself on tiptoe and kissed him again, expecting him to start undoing her dress, maybe even lift her and carry her off to the bedroom.
But he didn’t. He sighed, wrapped his arms around her and rested his cheek on the top of her head. “I love you,” he murmured.
Disappointed, wondering why he hadn’t agreed when she’d been so willing, she rested her cheek on his chest. “I love you too,” she said. And she meant it. She loved him more than life itself.
If only the doubt that ate away at her joy like acid would go away, everything would be perfect.
Chapter Fifteen
“I wish you had taken advantage of me,” Honey said.
It was ten minutes later, and she sat curled up on the couch next to Dex, snuggled up to him, his arm around her shoulders. They’d poured themselves a glass of wine, and she sipped hers now, a faint pink staining her cheeks at the obvious memory of the way she’d offered herself to him.
Dex smiled and kissed her hair. “We’ve waited this long. We might as well wait a few days more.” He tucked the hand holding his glass under her chin, lifted her head and kissed her lips. She returned the kiss before resting her cheek back on his shoulder, but he could see she was embarrassed that he’d turned her down.
Yet another reason to feel guilty. Why the hell hadn’t he just whisked her off to the bedroom? It was difficult to explain how he felt. He’d ached for release and when she’d started to unbutton his pants he’d so nearly given in and let her, but something in him—the part that curled up like a poked spider every time he thought about how he’d kissed Cathryn—didn’t want to sully the clean relationship he had with Honey by letting their first sexual experience be a quickie born out of guilt. Although several of his friends had mocked him for waiting and would have laughed at the thought that he’d turned down free sex, he didn’t care. Honey was going to be his wife, and although hopefully they’d get up to a hundred different things in the bedroom once they were wed, for now he wanted to wait until his wedding night. He wanted it to be right.
He leaned his head on the back of the sofa and sank into the cushions, trying to relax. He’d been terrified about seeing Honey again, wondering if she’d heard what had happened, and if she hadn’t, whether he’d feel the compulsion to blurt it out. Even though he’d promised Cam he wouldn’t say anything, in the end he’d told himself that he should call off the wedding—it was only fair to her because she deserved so much more than him. But when it came to it, he couldn’t get the words out. She’d stood there in the kitchen, the evening sunlight turning her hair golden, her skin glowing, looking at him the way that only she did—with her big brown eyes full of admiration and hope, as if he was a hero. Dex wanted to be someone’s hero.
He was tired of thinking about it and just wanted to put it all behind him. He kissed Honey’s hair again, his body aching for release. Only three more days, he thought desperately. Surely he could wait that long?
“Tell me about the courtroom,” he said to take his mind off sex for a moment. “How did it go today?”