Page 22 of Hard Candy Christmas

Maybe it was the feel of him wanting me?

Maybe it was my own traitorous heart that wanted more and was getting my body the go ahead to feel the same way?

“You’re wet. But you’re sore.”

“So,” I told him, before locking my legs around his hips and drawing him impossibly closer. I moaned as he rubbed against me again just as his lips captured mine.

I held on tight as his mouth devoured mine, his tongue dancing with my own. God, this man could kiss! It seemed that he had gotten better at that. Gone was the sloppy teenager and young man. Here was a man who knew the art of turning a woman on.

It shouldn’t bother me.

But it did.

It’s been ten years, ten very long years, he wouldn’t have stayed celibate. I wasn’t a fool enough to believe that.

But as his lips took me into a whole other world where I could believe anything was possible and that this man loved me as much as I was falling for him, I wanted to be that fool. I wanted to believe that he waited.

His lips pressed even more desperately against mine, his hard cock straining against his jeans. I moved with him, my lips with his, my hips with his. I wanted all he was willing to give me, and that was a dangerous road.

I know we just wrapped up earth shattering sex minutes ago, and I know my body couldn’t handle another round, but it sure didn’t stop me from longing for it.

“We’re home, it smells good in here!”

We broke apart so fast and I jumped off the counter, tugging the shirt down, even knowing it wasn’t going to go anywhere.

“Chase, you’re baking cookies?”

I blinked, seeing him by the stove as his mom rounded the corner. Her eyes took in the scene, and I waved.

“I figured I better help him before he burns the place down.”

“Thank you, Belinda.” She frowned as she waved her hand over me. “What happened?”

“Garland mess,” Chase offered, keeping his back to his mom. For a moment, I couldn’t figure out why and then I had to smirk. Couldn’t quite tell mom, when I was half naked, and he had a big ol hickey, that nothing happened.

“Yeah, I had to wash my clothes. But since you’re here to cover for me, I think I’ll just head out.”

“Oh, dear, not if your clothes aren’t dry. You can change in Chase’s room, but please stay for dinner. I’m going to put my stuff away. Chase, make sure you clean up.”

“Will do, Mom.” I smiled as she left the kitchen and then turned to face Chase, just as he faced me.

It was a slippery road I was walking on with this man. He just saved me because lying on the fly was not my thing. And even more so to his mom.

What’s worse? In all of this, I got the impression that Chase wasn’t going to take this very far. That he had no intention of making our relationship a go thing again.

And I couldn’t blame him.

Even all these years later, I still couldn’t open up to him about what happened. That was Grandma’s Betty story to tell. She had to let him in. In fact, she had to let them all in.

I swallowed hard, fearing that I needed to guard my heart. I knew I was falling all over again. Well, not like I really ever stopped loving this man.

But I wasn’t about to give him the means to break it.

I could see the look in his eyes. This was a fun romp in the hay, but that’s all it was.

So, I straightened, gave him a smile to let him know I was okay, and left the kitchen, needing a few minutes to put the wall around my heart up all over again.

Chapter Twelve

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