Page 11 of Rex's Honor
“That’s impossible and I’ll agree that we both called it quits.” Everything she’d ever meant to him came crashing down on his heart, squeezing his life out. For years, he’d been telling himself that he didn’t need or even want her. But the ugly truth was he’d never gotten over the fact that she’d never chased after him. Never called him or looked for him. A childish thing to hold on to, but it still hurt as much as how his mother scolded him for telling his father what he’d seen before she got a chance to do it herself. His mother made it clear it was her life and he had no right butting in.
Only it affected everything he’d done from that day forward.
Now, to find out, Tilly had done the one thing she couldn’t do when they were together, years after they broke up. While a sweet gesture, it was odd, especially when he believed her life had gone on without her ever thinking twice about him or what they could have been.
He also no longer knew what to think about his inability to call her over the years. Not once did he ever think that she, or his mother for that matter, was hurting like he had been. His mother’s letters, while she begged for his forgiveness and told him how much she missed him, were all about how happy she was. How happy the whole family was.
Without him.
That was the underlying message and it was a hard pill to swallow.
“You didn’t give us a chance,” she said. Her dark-blue eyes captured his gaze, holding him hostage.
“You told me if I left, we were done.”
“Only after you said that if I loved you, I’d drop out of college and run off with you, turning my back on my family.”
He lay down, resting his head on her thighs, looking up at her. “You were always a stubborn mule.”
“I still am,” she said, smiling, running her fingers through his hair. “But so were you.”
“Tell me something. Did you wear those heels and dress to get me all hot and bothered so you could get me to do what you wanted?”
“What do you think?”
“You could make a pair of ratty old gym shorts look sexy.” He reached up, cupping the back of her neck, rolling his thumb in a tiny circle just behind her earlobe, drawing her plump, luscious lips closer to his.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m getting ready to kiss you.”
“You promised you’d keep your hands to yourself.” Her pink tongue darted out, rolling across her mouth in an exotic ritual.
He lifted his head, getting lost in her sea-blue eyes. “I can roll over right now and go to sleep, or I can do something as crazy as tattooing your initials on my arm.”
Her hot breath covered his face in a warm blanket. “Us being together isn’t a good idea.”
“I know. But it seems like we both need something so we can move forward.”
She arched a brow. “Are you suggesting we have one last romp in the sack as a way to get some sort of resolution to the way we ended things ten years ago?”
“Either that, or I could go getT A Btattooed in my hearts.”
“You could, but you won’t.”
“You know how I appreciate a good dare,” he said, enjoying how easily they fell into their old banter, like the ten years was more like ten days. “How about we stop talking.” He tookher mouth in a tender, deep, passionate kiss, probing every succulent crevice.
Her hands glided across his chest as she sprawled out next to him. Their lovemaking had always been filled with a combination of delicate compassion and a raw craving that left them breathless. Not a single woman since had satisfied his appetite the way she had. Sure, he’d had some great sex with some really hot women, but they didn’t make his blood turn to smoldering lava.
His hands roamed her body, feeling every soft curve. All he wanted was to feel her warm skin against his. Lifting her shirt up, he ducked his head into the crevice of her neck, kissing and nibbling on her earlobe. He palmed her breast, enjoying her soft moans.
His body told him to devour every inch of her.
His brain whispered to stop.
His heart begged him to stand up and go sleep on the extremely uncomfortable sofa.
He jerked his head back, staring down at her.
