She wanted more.
She wanted him.
Her breasts tingled and felt heavy. “Cody, I need your hands on me.”
He slid his hand around her ribs. She took it and planted it over her breast. His thumb brushed over her hard nipple. She arched into him.
She wanted more.
He gave her everything.
More kisses. More touches. More loving, keeping her awash in his love and blocking out the grief.
This wasn’t a distraction. This was a reminder that life and love could feel good. Oh, so good.
He kissed her again and again like he could do it all day. The more she relaxed and lost herself in him, the deeper and longer the kisses, the softer and more tender the caresses.
She loved it.
Any apprehension or negative thoughts that this wasn’t real disappeared as he showered her with his patience and enjoyment and the need rolling off him that he was right there with her, feeling everything she felt, connected like they’d been once and needed again now.
Overwhelmed with emotion, tears welled in her eyes.
He rested his forehead to hers and stared into her eyes. “I know just how you feel. I’ve missed you, too, sweetheart. I’vemissed you so damn much.” He kissed her again, then just held her.
For a little while, everything went away. Their world stood still.
She felt safe and loved in his arms.
But this couldn’t last.
He had responsibilities and obligations.
She needed to figure out what to do next. “We should get up.” She brushed her fingers along his arm, loving being able to touch him like this.
Cody snuggled closer. “I’m happy to stay right here with you all day.”
“I’m sure you have other things to do.”
“Whatever they are, they can wait. You are my priority.”
She loved hearing that, but also felt like a burden. “How about we get breakfast. I’m actually hungry.” She’d barely eaten since coming home.
Cody rose up on his elbow and stared down at her. “You are?” The hope and surprise in his eyes made her feel like shit that she’d made him worry so much about her.
“Yeah.”
He slipped from the bed and stood beside it, looking down at her. She let her gaze roam over his body, wrinkled clothes, and the impressive bulge against his zipper, memorizing every line and curve of muscled body and expanse of tanned skin. His eyes remained hot on her.
“Like what you see?”
“I can’t believe you’re real.”And here with me.
“I’m very real. And so is this.” He leaned over to kiss her again, but the knock at the door stopped him inches from her lips.
“Cody, your office called. They need to talk to you. I told them you’d call back.”
Brooke gasped, startled her mother would come to her room looking for him.
