Page 57 of Vegas with my Ex’s Best Friends

“No,” she says quickly. “I just—”

She cuts herself off.

Her fingers tighten against my sides.

“I didn't know if you'd still want me,” she finishes.

That cracks something open in my chest.

I slide my hands up her arms.

Tilt her chin up.

“Come here,” I murmur.

She meets me halfway.

That's the part I'll remember later.

After all the locked-down control, she moved first.

The second our mouths meet, she's kissing me back like she's been starving for it. Hands sliding up my chest, body pressing into mine with no hesitation.

I walk her backward until her knees hit the bed.

She drops onto it with a soft bounce.

I stay standing over her for one long second, letting her look up at me.

Giving her the choice again.

Her eyes stay locked on mine.

No hesitation now.

I drop to one knee and take her face in both hands, thumbs tracing the line of her jaw.

“I've got you,” I tell her.

Not comfort.

A promise.

She exhales slowly through her nose.

Her hands come up to my wrists.

Holding on.

I kiss her again—slower this time, deeper—letting her feel exactly how much I've been holding back.

She tugs at my shirt.

Impatient.

“Greedy this morning,” I murmur.

“Shut up,” she says, breathless. “You've been impossible to ignore for weeks.”