“Maybe?” Another shrug. “I don’t have a crystal ball and neither do you. What I do know is that if we stop, we’ll never know what this could be. And ever since we stopped, I’ve been kicking myself for letting go of something that felt that good.” He paused. “I don’t just mean the sex. Like yes, the sex is great.But living together… hanging out… going horseback riding…” He exhaled. “That’s what I mean when I say it feels good.”
Fucking hell. Was this happening?
“Really?” I whispered.
Eric nodded, and a soft smile broke through. He leaned a little closer, still holding my gaze. “I’m going to feel like shit about her for a while. You probably will too.” His gaze flicked to my lips, then back to my eyes. “But why should we let her take this away from us too?”
I exhaled. “Good point.” God, I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to pull him close, indulge in that amazing mouth, and get lost in everything I’d too briefly tasted.
He wasn’t finished, though. “When I was trying to get Selena to leave, she—I mean, you know how she lashes out when she knows she’s not going to win.”
Scowling, I nodded. That parting shot about our dick sizes was still a fresh memory.
“Right, well…” He stared down at our joined hands. “She was trying to win me back, so she told me that you didn’t mean anything to her.”
I flinched. I supposed on some level, I knew that, but it still hurt. “Glad I wasn’t around when she said that,” I muttered.
“I know. And the only reason I’m repeating it is because as soon as she said it…” He chewed his lip, staring out the windshield as daylight slowly crept in around us. “I told her, ‘Well, it turns out he means something to me.’”
My spine straightened. I didn’t speak—I wasn’t so sure I could, and I had no idea what to say.
Eric swallowed. He drummed his fingers on the wheel, gaze still fixed outside. “I just said it without thinking about it, but…” He took a deep breath. Then he turned to me. “I wasn’t lying.”
“You… You mean…”
“I mean I was telling her the truth. And I’m telling you that truth now. I don’t know what the hell this is.” He gestured at both of us, and his voice wasn’t entirely steady as he went on. “I don’t know what this could be, or… I don’t know. But that one day we ended up in bed was perfect, and nothing has felt right since we went back to being platonic.”
My heart pounded harder than I thought it ever had. “It… No, it hasn’t.” I fidgeted nervously. “It really hasn’t.”
“I think I was afraid to touch you because I didn’t want to use you to get over Selena. But this…” He let go of my hand and caressed my cheek. “I don’t know what this is, only that it has absolutely nothing to do with her.”
The lump in my throat was almost too thick to swallow past. I could barely breathe, and I sure as hell couldn’t speak.
So I just curved my hand behind his neck, pulled him in, and ended that days-long standoff. When our lips touched, the relief was instantaneous. Yes, it made me hot for him, but more than anything, it let me release my breath. From the way he drew me in and sighed into my kiss, that feeling was very, very mutual.
When we came up for air, he whispered, “I’m so sorry I backed off. I’m so?—”
I shut him up with another kiss. “Don’t be. Even if this has nothing to do with her, we’re both still getting over her. Or at least over what she did.” I carded my fingers through his hair. “We can still be into each other, but things are a little messy because of her.”
His shoulders dropped. “They are. I don’t want them to be—I want this to be about us, not her—but she still happened.”
“She did.” I kissed him softly, then let another kiss linger until we were both lost in each other again. It was ironic that the woman who’d left us with these messy feelings was also the reason we’d met in the first place, but such was life. The more I kissed and held Eric, the more I was sure I could weather thepain she’d caused because it had, one way or the other, been the catalyst for this.
He was right—we were both still on the rebound, but this? This felt good. It felt amazing. Why in the world would we let it go because of her?
I smoothed his hair and held him closer, loving the way he moaned as I deepened the kiss. I was uncomfortably hard now, and my back wasn’t thrilled about twisting around like this, but I didn’t care. I’d been losing my damn mind for him since we’d agreed to pull back, and he was kissing me like he’d been losing his too.
I did get some relief when we shifted around a bit. I was against the back of my seat now, Eric leaning across the console as he demanded access to my mouth. My jeans were still too tight and my back was still complaining a bit, but whatever. This man’s hungry kiss was well worth it.
I rested a hand on his thigh, then slid it higher. The helpless little sound he made? Oh God, that was sexy.
Then he took my wrist and guided my hand the rest of the way up, and we both groaned as I rubbed his hard dick through his pants.
Fuck. We needed out of these clothes. We needed to be someplace with more room to move so we could get naked and stop holding back.
I broke the kiss, panting hard. “I can’t wait to get back to the cabin and—holy shit!” I yelped.
“What?” Eric’s head snapped up. “What’s—whoa!”
