I couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s yourproblem?”
His turn not to meet my eyes. “Nothing.”
“That’s why you’re retreating—oh so smoothly—with every step forward Itake?”
He sighed and ruffled his hair with his fingers. “I’m fuckingnervous.”
“Why?”
“I haven’t seen you for years Mara,and...”
“And?” I prompted, my lungs suddenly squeezing out air at a fasterclip.
“And Istill...”
I waited this time for him to finish, all the while inching closer andcloser.
“Want you,” he finished. “I don’t know what this means,” he added in arush.
He stared down at me now, like he could see into me, searching for theanswer.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” Isaid.
His forehead scrunched up, and he dropped his gaze from mine. I closed the distance between us and pressed him down into the chair near the table he almost toppled. Once he sat, I climbed up on his lap. Doubtful the chair would hold both our weight for long, but for now, it woulddo.
The bunch up of his forehead stayed, and lines appeared around his mouth. But every line softened when I captured his cheeks between mypalms.
“None of this means anything. I’m not the same woman you knew, and I don’t even know who you are. But this could be a second chance. I don’t know anything about you,” I whispered, slowly lowering my mouth tohis.
He swallowed loudly, and his Adam’s apple danced in his throat. I could feel the heavy pound of his heart so near myown.
I didn’t kiss him but stopped centimeters away. “However, my whole body knows you, Murphy Wilcox. My brain is at a loss, but I can almost feel the ghost of your fingers digging into myhips.”
At the word hips, he shifted, his erection already pressing up intome.
“And it seems your body remembersmine.”
He slid his palms up the outside of my denim-clad thighs until he clutched my ass. Then dragged me forward into him, and he took my lips hard andfast.
A lightning strike of a kiss. Then he tried to pull away. I held his face harder and pressed into his lips with more force. I needed him to know this wasn’t an experiment to me. Seeing him, touching him, feeling him wasn’t a game tome.
He stopped fighting me and began kneading my ass with his fingers as I slid my tongue between his lips. This kiss, even my bones ached from how turned on he made me. As our tongues slid across each other, he started pulling my hips forward into his in short jerks, his cock aligning right with my clit through myjeans.
I didn’t have a touchstone for this kind of heat. I’d read books, watched porn, seen people having sex, and none of it had ratcheted me to humping like a teenager in a crappy motel. As if my clothes hurt my skin, I wanted them off sobadly.
I released him with a gasp and began pulling my tank top off. His eyes tracked over my flesh as I revealed it. They didn’t miss the bullet hole scar at my shoulder, but thankfully, he didn’t sayanything.
I sat on his lap in my bra and suddenly felt foolish as he sat there and looked at me, holding my ass in his hands. He didn’t make a move to remove his own clothes. I’d already flung away my tank top, no rewinding that move, so I tilted his face up to look atme.
“I’m sorry. If you aren’t intothis...”
He lifted his hips up, and I gasped aloud as sensation exploded insideme.
“Does that say anything like I’m not intothis?”
I shook my head, willing the feeling to stay, but it slowly dissipated. “You’re not undressing. You’re just sittingthere.”
The corner of his mouth twitched like he might smile. “Call me crazy, but I want to savor this. I’ve waited years to have you. I don’t want to go fast. We did that last time. I plan to take all night and then the morningtoo.”
