Where We Meet Again, стр. 39
Law clenches his jaw and drops his forehead against my breastbone. My hands slip from his face. Not able to read his mood, I don’t know what to do. It’s uncomfortable not touching him after that confession.
Tentatively, I reach out and settle my hand on the back of his head. He doesn’t brush me off, so I thread my fingers through his messy locks.
I’m so sorry, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, I want to scream but can’t make my mouth work.
My hands fall from his hair when he abruptly pushes himself up and stands. He avoids looking at me when he bends over.
He’s getting his things and getting dressed. He’s leaving. Once again, the mistake I made fourteen years ago is too much for him, and the reminder disgusts him. Can I blame him?
Something hits the floor beside me, and the sound ensnares my attention. Law’s stripped off his jeans and socks, and now stands naked, stretching his hand out to me.
Hope soars within me. Is he going to stay? I grab hold, planting my good foot on the ground. He lifts me up straight into his warm, solid chest. Both his arms encircle me, and for a few heartbeats, we hold one another.
“Could have been me,” he states cryptically. I raise my head, wanting to look him in the eyes. He tightens his hold, forcing me to relax against his chest. “I would have given anything to have been your first. Anything. Thought it was going to be that way. Went so far as to plan it for when you were ready.”
That hope crashes and burns a fiery death.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way though, Cami.” His fingers sift through my tangled hair. “I’ve seen you with your daughter. Beautiful, like her momma. Kind. Polite. She’s got your attitude too.”
I tremble in his arms.
“And your stubbornness, I can tell.” His arms jerk, squeezing me tighter. “Point is, I wouldn’t change that for you, even if it meant having everything I wanted. I’ll have to settle for second, and I’ll be happy doing it, if it means I get to finally have you.”
Sliding his palm beneath my jaw, Law tilts my head back to capture my eyes. “What do you say?”
No hesitation. “Please, Law, yes I–ˮ His mouth crushes mine, and his kiss swallows the rest.
He presses me up against the wall; the surface freezing cold against my naked back. Shivering, I secure my arms around him to steal his warmth as I kiss him back. A desperation steals over me, one that reminds me this moment is fleeting. If history repeats itself, it leads me to believe this amiability won’t last.
So, I grab hold, living in this moment where I can pretend that Law is mine and I am his. That I can believe an impulsive mistake never forced me to choose between the man I used to love and the daughter I could never regret.
It isn’t real, it’s a fairytale. I’m ready to deceive myself if it means I can have this one memory to carry me through the dark times to come.
“God. God…” he breathes through kisses, his harsh exhales eclipsing the silence of the house. “Your lips are perfection. And your body…” A fingertip traces my curves from my shoulders to my hips. “I could worship for hours.”
Licking, sucking, tasting, his mouth moves from my lips to my jaw, from my ear to my neck; frantic in his quest to take his fill. His fingers reach around my back and unhook my bra. Once it’s gone, his mouth finds my breast. He strokes the tip with his tongue until it’s tight and red, and it swells thick under his touch. His mouth covers my nipple and sucks deep, sending pleasure blooming through me.
Bending at the waist, he lifts me into his arms and starts down the hall.
In the bedroom, he releases my nipple with a slow graze of his teeth that sends goosebumps skittering across my arms and tosses me onto my queen-sized bed.
He looms at the edge, looking down on me, and grips his cock in his palm. His hand slides up to palm the head, then back down where he gives it three sharp tugs.
Law is hot when he was in a pair of well-fitting, dark-wash jeans and a shirt stretched over his muscular frame, but strip the man naked and have him stroke his cock? He’s downright combustible.
The thought must show on my face. Law smirks and slows the motion of his hand until he’s steadily masturbating.
“Think I could get you off just standing here stroking my cock. By the way you’re squirming, I’d say you’re already close.”
“Maybe next time. I need you in me.”
“We should get rid of this, then.” His fingers hook in the sides of my thong and peel it down my legs. “Now spread them.”
Nerves hit first, followed by embarrassment. “Wh-what?”
“I want to watch you touch yourself.”
“I thought we were going to have sex.”
He leans over the edge of the bed. A hand plants in the mattress near my hip and his face nears mine. “We are. But first, I want to see how you’ve been taking care of yourself for the last decade and a half, and I want to touch myself while watching it. After that, when you’re so ready I can see your arousal dripping from your pussy, I’m going to lick you, and finally fuck you like I promised.”
“Oh.” The word leaves my mouth on a shuddered exhale.
“I know you like how I’m stroking my cock. Put your hand between your legs and show me how much. I’ll even help.”
He pushes my legs apart and drops to a hip, trapping one of my knees around his back. Bringing his legs onto the bed so