“And did you tell her?”
I set aside the empty plate and reach for water. “No. I knew you wouldn’t want me to.”
“Good choice.”
“I know you,” I say softly.
His eyes brighten even in the dark. “But I know you more.”
I open my mouth to argue with him, but no words come out. It is true. He knows me better than I know him.
The fact bothers me and I decide that I’m going to learn more about him, as much as I can.
Setting down the now empty glass on the nightstand, I sit straight, not knowing what to do.
Heath, unaware of my anxiety that consumes me, picks up the empty plate and glass and put it on the coffee table. When he comes back, he takes the other side of the bed and gets under the covers. Then, he shifts closer until we’re sitting shoulder to shoulder next to each other.
Heat infuses into me, having his rock-solid body pressed against me. His scent envelopes me, pulling everything inside of me towards him. The tug is so strong it’s hard to not gravitate towards him and get closer to him more than I ever have.
Ludicrous thoughts fill my mind and my skin warms.
My pulse quickens.
The little space between us shrinks with each shallow, slow breath that I inhale.
His hand reaches for my hair, and he tucks a few strands behind my ear. The slight brush of his fingertips makes me shiver.
I meet his gaze and an electric current sizzles through me. In the dim golden light of the nightstand lamp, his eyes appear beautiful. The hue of blue so enrich and bright in color that it reminds of a peaceful ocean. I realize that I wouldn’t mind drowning in him.
“Do you have any idea how scared you got me tonight?” he murmurs, his fingers playing with my hair. “I lost my mind when you called me.”
“I’m sorry.”
He shakes his head slowly. “I don’t need sorry. I need you to be okay.”
“Iamokay.” I force myself to be brave enough to press my palm over his chest. His heart beats wildly fast. A rhythm both powerful and rapid. “With you, I always am,” I add.
His gaze goes heavy as it lays on me with a tangible force. The weight of it diminishes the space between my lungs and I can hardly breathe.
Is no breathing an option?
Because I sure am heading there.
Heath stays still, his eyes locked on me, but the desire burns brightly within him. It’s the way his gaze never wavers or the way his breathing becomes deep and rugged.
I glance away just long enough to watch his throat work, a slow, painful bob.
He is holding back because of me. Because he thinks I’m not ready.
Truthfully, I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready. Things aren’t going to change at home.
But one thing is for certain.I want him.
Without thinking, I push him back against the headboard and straddle his lap.
My fingers quiver and my stomach tightens, but I refuse to back down.
Before he can stop me, I lean down and kiss him. I move my lips against him in a slow and sweet manner, taking my time to memorize the shape of them and how they taste.
