KAT
I’d been disappointedto wake up alone, but that feeling is quickly extinguished when he appears in the doorway a shortwhile later, an unreadable expression on his face. I want to question him, but something about the way he looks stops me.
Instead, I watch as he crosses the room slowly, sliding under the covers and between my legs. He’d been rough and possessive last night, my body deliciously sore at the hands of the gorgeous man licking and sucking at my clit.
He’s gentle now, lazily teasing me.
Savoring.
I like that he can be both wicked and sweet in turn, like he knows exactly what I need, exactly how to pleasure me.
No one has ever taken the time to figure it out, and I’m equal parts sad and relieved that I didn’t settle becausethis—whatever it is—has been so worth it.
That point is punctuated as my orgasm washes over me, this one deliciously decadent, unhurried, as pleasure travels through my body.
It’s a hell of a way to wake up and even better as he climbs up over me, the promise of being filled so completely sending shockwaves through my system.
But instead of pushing inside me, he moves over onto his side and urges me to do the same, the euphoria of moments before replaced with a sense of foreboding.
Is he really going to let me down easy after starting my morning with his head between my legs?
I really freaking hope not.
Because I’ll cry.It was that good.
“I wasn’t completely honest yesterday,” Tom says, brushing a piece of hair back from my face as my stomach sinks.
“What do you mean?” The question is surprisingly blasé as I blink at him, trying my best to keep my expression neutral.
He smirks, pulling me closer until my body is flush against his, his arm propping his head up as we lie facing each other.
“Stop that,” he teases, leaning down to kiss my forehead, the spikes in my heart rate making it feel like I’m on some kind of roller coaster.
“It’s kind of hard not to,” I tell him honestly and he exhales a heavy breath, his lips still pressed to my skin.
“Yesterday, when I went to your office,” he starts slowly, pulling back to meet my gaze, “I wanted to tell you that things would be different once your case was closed. Thatthis—you and me—would be okay to pursue.”
My mouth opens and closes as I stare at him. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I know.” His palm is splayed against the small of my back, his thumb maddeningly brushing back and forth over my skin. “I know it didn’t come out that way.”
“At all.” I punctuate the words. “You picked a fight with me, Tom.”
“We can agree to disagree on that point,” he muses before going serious again. “I’ve never had this happen, Kat. I was serious when I told you I’ve never even been tempted. My entire personal and professional life has been tied to a job and I’m damn good at what I do. I thought I could compartmentalize that until your case was over.”
“But?” I ask hopefully.
“But hearing your voice when you were in the car…” He swallows hard. “It changed something inside me, Kat—something on a cellular level. I haven’t known fear in a long time. I don’t get scared and I don’t panic. But yesterday…”
Oh my heart.
This man.
My heart has completely hurled itself off the roller coaster and is now just free-falling into the abyss that is Tom Oakden.
It shouldn’t have been a surprise that the messiest, most beautiful love story I’d ever write would be my own.
“I’m so sorry I left.”
