Why couldn’t he understand this? Was he getting some kind of twisted pleasure in making me squirm?
Hayden’s fingers dug into my thighs as he applied more pressure, pinning me in place. I wasn’t going anywhere until he was ready to let me.
“Skye, look at me. Look at me. There she is,” he said sweetly. “I need you to listen to what I’m saying and really hear me. You did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. We’re both adults. We made a decision and I for one, don’t for one second regret what happened.”
“You don’t?”
“No, Skye, I don’t. Don’t get me wrong, I felt guilty as fuck. At first because you took off, then once I calmed down and took a breath, because I thought I’d done something wrong. Then I talked to my dad and he reminded me that it was okay to move on. That Cassidy wouldn't have wanted me to give up and stop living. And she wouldn’t want you to either.”
“I know. I told Kellie the same thing.”
“You did?”
“Yeah. It took some convincing but hopefully I got through to her.”
“Am I getting through to you?” Hayden asked with a mischievous grin.
“You don’t need to.”
“I don’t?”
“No. I know what you’re saying,” I confessed.
“So does that mean you’re going to stop beating yourself up over what happened?”
“Depends.”
“On?”
With a shrug, I stopped trying to tell him what he wanted to hear and answered him honestly. “What happens next?”
“And what do you want to happen next, Skye?”
“I’ve got a few ideas.”
27
HAYDEN
“I’ve got a few ideas.”
Skye’s words were teasing. Being this close to her, her scent—the same strawberry smell as the body wash in my shower—was surrounding me.
Well, two can play at this game. “Oh yeah, what sort of ideas exactly?”
Skye might’ve been talking a big game but when pushed, she clammed up. My hands were resting on her thighs, and when she clenched them together, I felt it right in my dick which was hardening in my pants. Her breaths were coming in short, sharp pants, and when she bit down on her lip, my restraint snapped. Reaching up, I grabbed the back of her neck roughly, tugging her towards me and causing her to tumble from her stool straight into my lap, her hands landing on my chest barely a breath before I crushed my lips on hers.
Making out with Skye was pure torture in the most delicious way possible. She gave as good as she got. She tasted like heaven and each of her little breathy moans made my balls twitch.
My hands found her ass and I held her against me making sure she knew exactly the effect she was having on me.
When we eventually broke apart, Skye’s lips were swollen from my kisses but it was her eyes that were reflecting everything I was feeling.
“Don’t over think this, Skye,” I growled at her.
With my fingers still digging into her ass, I wasn’t letting her go. I wasn’t letting her retreat into herself, overthink it, and bolt. I wasn’t letting her tell me this was a mistake. It wasn’t a mistake. It was right. It’d taken me a while to reconcile that in my own head, so I’d wait as long as I had to for Skye to get with the program.
“I wasn’t-”
