Page 45 of Reckless Kiss

I swallowed, smiled, because I swear she needed to see something good right then. “I most definitely meant that, as well as what I said after that. You should be treasured. Completely.”

“How can you be so sure?” She raised her hands to touch my face and again that nervous energy leapt off of her.

So I pressed my cheek into her hand,madeher touch me. “There is nothing more vulnerable than giving your trust to someone. When you come for me, Esme, I see all of you. I may not understand you yet, but I’ve seen you.” I took her hand in mine and pressed my cheek even harder into her palm. “You know it’s true because you’ve seen me too.”

She nodded quickly, her dark lashes fluttering as she took a deep, steading breath. “I didn’t expect any of this.”

“That’s what makes it so beautiful.” I lowered my weight on top of her. She spread her legs to cradle my body against hers. Instinctively I rocked my erection against her core and took in the gorgeous site of her reaction.

I captured her hands above her head and took my time bringing us both to orgasm. Something told me we both needed it. The orgasm and the slow build. There was so much left for us to say but our bodies weren’t willing to wait. In a way we said what we couldn’t as we moved together, giving, begging, and finally coming together.

“Here’s a key.” I set my spare on the dresser. “Take all the time you need. My shower is yours.” I wanted to offer her a change of clothes but there was no way I had anything that would fit her. “You should bring some things to keep here.” I sat down beside her and gave her a soft kiss goodbye. “Dinner tonight?”

She nodded. “I’d like that.”

“I’ll call you when I know more about my evening.” I couldn’t resist running my hands through her soft hair one last time.

Just as I was about to stand she reached out and grabbed my wrist.

“Wait.” She sat up abruptly, still clutching me. That nervous energy she’d been vibrating with all morning multiplying so much it scared me. “Your meeting. It’s about football, isn’t it?”

I suddenly felt very cold. “Yes.”

“Football players acting...oddly? And maybe having extra cash to throw around?”

She had my full attention now. I switched our grip so that I was the one holding her hand in mine. “Do you need to tell me something, Esme?” My heart thundered in my chest.

Yes, I’d hoped she had information that might shed some light on the things happening, but in my sex fog I’d mostly forgotten about it all, and, honestly, hoped it would vanish into thin air.

She lowered her gaze, her eyelashes hiding her eyes from me. “I can’t tell you anything. But if you happened to look at the players you’re suspicious of...what positions they play and their statistics, you might find the information you’re looking for.”

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