Because she hoped she wasn’t putting herself into some deep, emotional pit, leading herself into a tragic disaster that would compromise the fragile new life she was trying to build.
There was no time to think about that. No time to worry about it.
There was nothing in her that even wanted to worry about it.
All she wanted to do was hold onto him. All she wanted to do was find out what happened next.
That was like a breath, a surge of adrenaline.
Wanting to know what happened next.
It was an amazing feeling, because for the last week, everything had been dreaded. There had been nothing good on the horizon, nothing but dealing with the fallout of the end of her marriage.
Now there was this. Like a bright green leaf bud on a tree that she had been certain would never grow anything new again.
This was astonishing.
It was a revelation.
She clung to his shoulders, and he kissed her down to the bed.
She gasped, arching up off the mattress, breasts pressed against the hard wall of his chest.
They had too many clothes on.
She nearly laughed. She had put on nice clothes, clean clothes, matching underwear, because part of her had hoped that she would end up here. Part of her had wanted this so badly.
Had wanted to throw everything, caution, common sense, and rational thought to the wind. And cling to him instead.
That’s what she was doing.
He stripped his shirt off, and the sound she made, partly a groan, a growl, and a shocked gasp, was completely inelegant and unladylike, and absolutely not sexy. But his body was incredible.
All sculpted lines and hard muscle. There was dark hair on his chest, and he was just so…masculine.
She didn’t want to draw comparisons between him and Aiden, mainly because she didn’t want to think about Aidenright now, but they were so different. She was going to let her thoughts end there.
Because she wanted to be in the moment. She wondered when the last time was she had truly been in the moment. That was just about her, more than her marriage, her present circumstances, or anything else.
She was always planning. Always moving toward the next thing, because she was so desperate to make things last, to make them permanent. If she got a taste of something nice, she didn’t want to then be deprived of it.
This was an exercise in just living for now.
Something she wasn’t good at historically. But she wanted to be.
She wanted to embrace feeling good right now. She wanted to feel beautiful. She wanted this.
She moved her hands over his chest, looked up at him, and then kissed him again, so that she didn’t say anything stupid. So that she didn’t make declarations that she didn’t mean to make, or swear eternal devotion to his abs, because dear God, they were perfect.
The kissing got heated, he pulled her shirt off, and she unhooked her bra.
He pulled away from her, and looked down at her breasts, it was the only thing he could possibly be looking at with that kind of intense focus.
He moved his hands up and cupped them, sliding his thumbs over her nipples.
It felt amazing, but half of it was watching his face while he did it. He looked like a starving man, one who had just been given a glorious feast, and nothing had ever made her feel so…
She didn’t have any more thoughts, though, because he lowered his head and took one nipple inside his mouth,sucking it in deep. She gasped and clung to his head as he feasted on her, as he teased her, his expert tongue tracing a circle around her nipple before he sucked her in again, and he moved to her other breast.
