He’s waiting, hesitating because he doesn’t want to get this wrong.
“Can I ask a question first?” he murmurs, and I nod. “I don’t want to sound like a dick, but has there been anyone else since Ryan?”
“You mean have I been with another man?”
“Yeah.”
I shake my head, and my eyes pool.
He swallows. “So, I’ll be the first. Wow. That’s a lot.”
“I know he was your friend, but he’s gone, Cody. And he’s not coming back.”
He cups my face again. “I don’t want to be someone you regret in the morning. You mean too much to me. Maybe that sounds crazy, but it’s true.”
“That’s just it. It doesn’t sound crazy. I feel it, too—this pull between us.”
“I’ve never felt like this before. Not with any other woman. I want you to know that, and it’s not a line. It’s the truth.”
I smile. “We’re an unlikely pair, aren’t we?”
He grins. “I was thinking the opposite. I think we make perfect sense. I’ve never in my life felt this comfortable with someone almost immediately. Not like I do with you.”
“I feel the same. I feel like I could tell you anything.”
“You can.”
“When you pulled me from the railing of that bridge, I instantly felt like everything was going to be okay. Isn’t that weird? And then they took me away, and you were gone. I never thought I’d see you again.”
“I know it sounds weird, but I think Ryan keeps throwing us together. It’s crazy, huh?”
“Maybe he is.”
“Right now, I’m wondering if he’ll be waiting for me on the other side with a baseball bat if I do what I want to do with you.”
“He’s not here to stop you,” I say with a smile and tug his head down for another kiss.
He breaks it off. “I’ll be gentle, Heather. I promise.”
I nod and pull his mouth to mine.
He doesn’t stop again, and soon I’m flat on my back on the bed with his delicious weight on top of me.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Cody—
My tongue slips inside Heather’s sweet mouth, and her hand goes to my neck, her fingers curling around my nape. I deepen the kiss, desire rocking through me, and all the blood rushes to my dick.
She moans, and it vibrates through her throat to my mouth.
I break off to let us breathe and press my forehead to hers, brushing my thumb over her full bottom lip. “Goddamn, woman, you’re a good kisser.”
She giggles. “Thanks. I was thinking the same thing about you.”
Her hands smooth over my cut, touching the patches, and I glance down, watching.
“Does it bother you? That I’m in a club?”
