“But what if I told you that I did want one attachment, even though it scares the shit out of me.”
I pushed the bag away, my appetite gone as I tried to process all I thought she was saying.
“I scare the shit out of you. Me?” I had to laugh.
She chewed on her bottom lip and nodded.
“I never wanted to leave that hotel room. And we almost didn’t.”
I smiled, despite myself. We’d made it to the brunch almost a half hour late. It was as if both of us kept saying one more time, one more kiss, one more moment where we could be together while the game of pretend was still in play.
“I guess I’ve still got skills.” I smirked, even though my attempt to tease fell flat.
“You do.” She nodded, pursing her lips at me. “But that’s not why I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want to give you up when I went home. I wanted to keep you, even if I was afraid to have you.”
Keep me?
“Sabrina, what are you?—”
She grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me. My hands shook as I dug them into her hair, wanting her words to mean what I thought they did but afraid of finding out for sure.
“Be with me,” she panted when we broke apart. “I mean, I’m a mess. And I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready to get married again. But whatever I have to give—” she cradled my face, a tear streaking down her cheek “—I want to give it to you.”
It wasn’t an “I love you,” but it hit so much deeper. She was still afraid but wanted me enough to try. This was the girl I’d fallen in love with all those years ago and the woman who still owned me now.
“Yeah?” I whispered, inching closer until she fell back on my couch. “You don’t want the back-and-forth anymore?” I attempted to joke as my heart tried to pound right out of my rib cage.
“No. I just want you,” she said, wrapping her legs around my waist.
“In my bed or right here?” I asked, rocking my painfully hard cock against her.
I could have confessed it all, but she wasn’t ready to hear it yet.
I’d work on showing her instead.
“Why not both?” Sabrina bucked her hips off the couch and dug her fingers into my backside.
“Give me that mouth,” I growled and crushed my lips to hers. She laughed against my lips as I pulled at the waistband of her leggings until they wrapped around her ankles.
“Let me get my sneakers off, you animal,” she scoffed, but I gave her a gentle push back on the cushions.
“If you’re mine now, this is all me, baby. Lie back and enjoy the ride.”
I held her gaze as I plucked off her sneakers and socks and glided her panties down her legs.
“Feels like you’re already enjoying it, right?” I traced my finger up and down her slit, her body jerking as I swiveled two fingers around her clit. “How long have you been wet for me?”
“Twenty years, baby.” She squirmed under me, spreading her legs as I slid my fingers inside.
“Long time to wait,” I rasped before taking her mouth in a blistering kiss. “Good girls get rewarded for waiting.”
“Since when am I a good girl?” she murmured as she fisted my T-shirt and peeled it over my head.
“Since you’remygirl. Right, Sab?” I cupped her cheek. “No sharing, no back-and-forth, just us.”
I moved my fingers faster, twisting them in and out as her breathing quickened. She nodded, biting her lip as her back arched.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I groaned into the crook of her shoulder. “Squeeze my fingers, baby. Come on my hand and give me what’s mine.”
