Page 68 of Long Road Home

“Yeah.” He yawned again. “Night Jordan.”

“Night buddy.”

I squeezed his shoulder and left his room, leaving his door opened a crack like Destiny had done. When I entered my bedroom, the covers on the bed were pulled back, and the bathroom door was open, light on, water running.

White soapy bubbles dotted her hairline as she splashed water on her face when I entered.

I didn’t care. I flipped off the water and wrapped my hand around her bicep, twisting her until her ass was to the counter. Water dripped off her nose, her chin. I didn’t see any of it.

My hands went to her wet cheeks and I slammed my mouth to hers.

“Oh,” she gasped as I slid my tongue into her mouth. With my foot, I kicked the bathroom door closed, pressed closer to her as my tongue invaded her mouth.

I couldn’t get enough of her. Toby liked it here. She was staying, and I didn’t care about her crap night any longer.

The only thing on my mind while Destiny whimpered into my mouth, taking everything I was giving but also giving it back, was the burning, undeniable need I had to be inside of her. To claim her again in every way possible.

Her hands went to my shoulder and she pressed against me. Pressed me off her. I slowed the kiss and when I managed to pull myself back, we were both breathing harshly.

“Let me wash the soap off my face first.”

I laughed. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t give a shit about soap or water or her not looking perfect. I could give her a few more minutes though. “Fine. But earlier tonight, I planned on bringing you here so I could sleep next to you and hold you all night. You climb into that bed next to me now, and I’m telling you there won’t be a lot of sleeping after all.”

“Funny.” Her gaze dipped to my chest. Her hand followed, trailing down my chest. My stomach. To the waistband of my shorts. Her finger slid in and she tugged me toward her. “I’m not feeling very sleepy either.”

Great fucking hell. I’d taught this woman in front of me everything there was to know about sex and making out and kissing. I was her first. She’d trusted me with everything, asked me what I liked, was honest when she didn’t know if she was touching me right. Never, in our young history of fumbling teenage years of teaching and learning and figuring it out as we went, did she ever display this sort of sexy confidence.

I wrapped my hand around hers, pulled it from my waistband and settled both of our hands over my hard bulge in my shorts. She cupped me, forcing a pleasured groan from my throat. “Fuck.”

“You started this,” she teased. Her gaze was on her hand. On my hard dick. On our hands combined to cover me. I’d let her jerk me off right there and then if she wanted to, face wash remains completely forgotten. Her voice went soft. “I forgot how big you are.”

A strange, masculine thrill shot through me. Poor Paul, not measuring up. I shoved the thought of her ex out of my mind and tugged her hand off me, bending down to kiss her again. Firmly. Harshly. Quickly.

“Hurry up.”

I tugged off my shirt on the way out of the bathroom, tossed it into my hamper in my closet. I was only in my black boxer briefs, still hard as a rock, when she came out of the bathroom, dressed only in a light green thong, which was so small she might as well have gone without, and a matching lacy bra. Her hair was draped over her shoulder, the overhead light making her highlights shine and sparkle. Eyes wide, cheeks pink, lips parted and her gaze on my dick like the small feel of me she’d had earlier had sparked her libido.

Game. Fucking. On. I needed to get ready for bed. She’d tasted like mint toothpaste earlier and I wasn’t kissing her with my beer scented breath.

A few minutes to cool down could keep my burning need tohaveat bay so I wouldn’t be too rough. She’d always brought out this side of me.

“Get in bed and get naked. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Caveman. Claiming. Bossy. Dominant. I’d forgotten what it was like, to feel so damn possessive over someone else that as soon as I touched them, I needed them to belong to me.

Only Destiny.

Always Destiny.

I was still in love with a woman who’d shattered my heart and after time, I’d pieced it back together to be good enough, but if she took off on me again, there’d be no stitching it back together.

Twenty-Three

Destiny

This was happening.Me and Jordan…together. In all my years, and since I’d returned to Carlton, I never once thought a reconciliation with Jordan was possible, much less that he’d forgive me enough forthisto happen.

As he walked toward the bathroom and closed the door behind him, a smile broke on my face that stretched to my ears.

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