Page 90 of Timeless

I enjoyed every kiss, the softness of her skin, feeling like I was never going to get this lucky again.

I heard her sigh. Was she about to pull away from me?

Then, just as my lips landed on her, she arched her neck. I couldn’t help but smile with pleasure. I kissed the base of her neck. My hand went to her top, pushing it off her shoulder.

My lips had just landed on her shoulder, when she turned slowly and reached out for me, her hands running up my arms slowly, and then stopping on my shoulders.

I knew I should be factoring in things like she hadn’t had any sleep, she had just broken up with her boyfriend, she’d had a fucking rough night and might not be thinking clearly. Still, she was touching me, and she would never know how badly I had missed her touching me.

It had been so fucking long. Her fingers traced up my neck and then down my jaw. I closed my eyes. Her fingers were so soft, and her nails were lightly leaving a mark.

I couldn’t help myself, I had to touch her, bring her in closer. My hands were on her lower back, pressing her into my chest. I still had my eyes closed, and then I felt it. My eyes snapped open. She had kissed me. She had kissed me! Fuck, she had just given me a taste of a drug I had been hooked on for years and years. The one drug I could never get off but had withdrawn from for six years. Just a tiny taste had me addicted again.

Her hand moved to the back of my neck and she went up on her toes. This time, I knew what she was doing. My lips were still against hers this time, and she surprised me by kissing me firmer. Fuck, she had started this. I had to keep control over my emotions.

I couldn’t have sex with her tonight. I think she had experienced every emotion possible tonight. I don’t know how her body was still running.

I pulled away from her lips, as much as I didn’t want to.

My hands were still on her. I watched her open her eyes. And then she realized I had stopped kissing her. Her face went from relaxed to panicked.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have,” she started apologizing.

She went to pull away from me completely and I stopped her. “Sweetheart, I want to kiss you. But you haven’t slept. You’ve had a stressful night. And I don’t want you to wake up regretting kissing me.” The last thing I wanted was to see regret in her come tomorrow morning.

“You think I’ll regret kissing you?” She frowned.

“Just don’t want you in that position, sweetheart. Now time for bed. Jack will be here this afternoon.” I kissed her forehead. As much as I wanted to claim her lips, I would settle with this. “Now what do you sleep in?” I couldn’t stop the smirk. “Still topless?”

She rolled her eyes. “No, because your son likes to stagger in here in the middle of the night and take over my side of the bed.”

“Jack’s not here tonight.” I smirked, I was just teasing her. She gave me a pointed look to drop the subject, which just made me not want to. “Come on, sweetheart, you used to love it.” My hands went under her top. “You know it was one of my rules.”

I expected her to whack me or punch me. She always had a mean right hook. Instead, she giggled.

It made my smirk turned into grin. I wanted to hear it again. I wanted to hear it over and over. But she needed to sleep. Fuck, once she was well rested and I knew she could think clearly, I wasn’t going to leave her alone.

“Okay, all jokes aside. Let’s get you into bed.” I stopped pushing up her top. “You wear pajamas or something?”

She rolled her eyes. “Do I look like the type of person to wear flannel pajamas?” She crossed her arms, giving me a look, which had me nearly laughing. “I might be a mother but that doesn’t mean I’m wearing flannel pajamas!”

Her outrage caused me to laugh this time, couldn’t stop myself. “Fine, sweetheart, what do you wear?”

“Will’s t-shirts, which I won’t be doing from now on.” She sighed. “I guess I should um, find something else.”

“You seriously always slept in his shirts?”

She walked around me. “I used to sleep in yours.” She flicked on her closet light.

I followed her, looking at her clothes hanging up. “What’s with all the light colors?” The Amber I knew mainly wore black.

“Will hated me in black. Said I looked too pale wearing it.”

I rolled my eyes. “Why the fuck did you listen to him?” Amber was stunning in anything but she wore black extremely well. She and black went together.

She tugged down a top off the hanger. “What can I say, when it comes to men, I care what they think.” She looked at the top, frowning. “That does not look comfortable.” She dropped it on the floor. “Why do I have a taste for such tight clothing?” She went back to searching her closet.

“You need new clothes.” I crossed my arms and watched her.

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