“Okay. I respect your boundaries. But just know that I’m here for you and the kids. For anything. Anytime.”
Had a sexier sentence ever been uttered? Probably not, which was why my brain stupidly decided it would be a great idea to kiss him.
Not because I was weak or needed help, but because I was strong, and for too long, I’d denied myself what I wanted. And in this moment, I really wanted him.
“Goddamn,” he said into my mouth, wrapping those strong arms around me as I threaded my fingers through my hair.
“Shut up and kiss me.” I dove back in, my teeth clacking against his. I couldn’t be bothered to care. The connection was hot and heavy, and I needed more of it. I wanted to feel cared for yet independent. Delicate yet strong.
I straddled him, gripping his hair as he kissed a trail down my neck. When he found a spot that lit me up inside, I rolled my hips.
The moan he let out was feral. Pure need. So I did it again, nerve endings I didn’t even know existed sparking to life. It had been so long and I was so turned on.
“Celine.” He pulled back, breathless. “Can I fuck you?”
I stared into his eyes, my body swamped with want and need.
“Yes.” I kissed him again. “Yes, please.”
He carried me into the house, his grip on my ass keeping me in place.
“You sure?” he asked again.
“Yes.”
We landed on the couch, and he snagged a small remote control from the end table, using it to turn on the gas fireplace.
The space lit up with a dim, sexy light and glowing warmth.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said, unzipping my fleece slowly. “Fuck, Celine, I’ve tried.”
“Same.” I kissed him back, unable to put into words just how needy he made me. “But I don’t have a lot of time.”
He stopped and sat back, cupping my face.
“You’re in control,” he said. “This is about you. We can stop now. Or?—”
“Don’t. Fucking. Stop,” I hissed, lifting my hips and pushing my leggings down my thighs.
With a wicked grin, he dragged them the rest of the way down my legs, peppering my skin with kisses.
When I was down to my bra and undies and he was still fully clothed, I pushed him away.
“Get naked.”
A slow, sexy smile spread across his face.
“And get a condom,” I added firmly.
“Yes, ma’am.” He hopped up and dashed up the stairs.
Thirty seconds later, he returned, yanking his shirtoff as he approached, his movements frantic and silly and so, so sexy.
I patted the couch cushion. “Sit down.” This was reckless and selfish, but I couldn’t think beyond my need to have him inside me.
He obeyed, and I pulled down his boxers, making his thick cock spring to attention.
A tiny bead of moisture pooled at the tip, taunting me, so I bent over him and licked it away.
