Page 30 of Stolen Sun

His efforts only bought him some time. His hired hit has been canceled even if he doesn't know it yet. And here I am on her doorstep. The sun shines on a new day after all.

She opens the door wearing a flowy, blue dress. Her hair is pulled into a messy bun, and she’s barefoot.

Damn, she is beautiful.

“Hey, you’re early. I actually just walked in from work. Can you give me a few minutes?” She asks and opens the door to let me in.

“Take your time. I’m sorry for showing up early on you.”I’m not.

She closes the door once I’m inside, and says, “No worries. I just need to change.” She leads me into the living room and offers me a drink.

“No thanks.”

She walks into an alcove off the living room that I’m assuming leads to her bedroom. I take the opportunity to answer a few emailswhile I wait. Hearing her footsteps as she walks back into the room, I finish up and hit send on the last one. I look up to see she has stopped in the archway, just inside the living room.

She’s wearing a plain black t-shirt that stretches across her tits and bunches at her hips. Her long, tanned legs are on full display in blue jean shorts. She kept the messy bun and added tennis shoes. I stand and tilt my head to the side, when I notice she’s staring at me as though she forgot I was here.

“Sorry, it’s just that…”

Then it dawns on me why she’s frozen across the room. “I’m the first man here since Nate died.”

She nods and gives me a shrug.

When I take a step toward her, she rubs her hands against her thighs. Then she nibbles on her lip nervously as I get closer. I stop when I’m no more than a foot in front of her. Her wide eyes watch me, unsure. She doesn’t know the truth of her own story. To her, I'm the one who broke her heart, and the man who really loved her is dead. And that’s alright.

For now.

I’ll be patient.

I'll be exactly what she needs at every turn.

I slowly reach for her hand and hold it in mine as I make circles with my thumb over her smooth skin. We gaze into each other's eyes while she feels her way through this moment.

When she finally acknowledges my hand with a slight squeeze back, I take a step closer. Her breathing accelerates. I hold her gaze and her hand, keeping just enough distance that our bodies don’t touch. Waiting for the next clue that she's ready for more.

It’s all I can do to fight the urge to pull her into me, but I can be very patient when I need to be. She’s been on someone else’s clock long enough. So I’ll wait for her to make a move in her own time.

Her eyes have turned every shade from dark to the blazing green staring back at me now. Her grip on my hand has slowly gotten stronger. Whatever it is she’s working through, she’s almost there.

Accept it, baby. Thisis happening.

Finally, she breaks the moment by looking down at our hands. I expect her to step back, but she shocks the hell out of me when she looks back up and touches my face. I drop her hand to grip her hip instead. Every inch she gives, I take.

She sucks in a breath but doesn’t pull away. My fingertips press into her to prove I’m not going anywhere.

She wets her lips with the flash of her tongue, and her eyelids grow heavy. I’ve seen that look on so many women, but to see it on her is something else entirely.

I place my lips just below her ear to tell her to put us both out of our misery. To say the words out loud. Before I can speak, she leans into me and lets out the smallest of whimpers.

Fuck.

I have to take a steadying breath before I whisper, “When you’re ready, sunshine, you’ll have to say the words out loud.”

She places her hands on either side of my rib cage, so gently at first that I can barely feel her through my shirt. Then she closes the small space that’s left between us while running her hands down my sides, stopping when she touches my jeans. Her forehead presses into my chest as she makes a fist with my shirt in both hands, scratching my skin with her nails in the process.

I rest my hands on her shoulders. My fingers gently rest against her neck and collarbone. Her pulse beats against my thumbs wildly.

She pulls back enough to look up at me again, keeping our lower halves meshed together. My dick pulses against her at the movement, but she doesn’t put any more space between us. She stares up at me expectantly, waiting for me to make a move, to decide for her. I trail both thumbs up her neck to press into the bottom of her chin, lifting her face more. Her lips part for me as she closes her eyes.

---