Page 115 of Resisting the Temptation
“This was supposed to only be sex.” She shakes her head. “You aren’t supposed to want more.”
I tilt my head as I absorb her words.Iwasn’t supposed to want more. Does it mean she does? Does it mean she’s been hiding her true feelings this whole time?
If that’s the case, she did a fantastic job because I had no idea.
“But I do. My life was dull and gray for years. Boring. Until you opened the curtains and showered me with your sunshine and bright colors. I know this is probably a lot, and it probably feels sudden, but it’s not sudden for me.”
Emma blinks at me. “What if you… get tired of me? What if I become needy and overwhelming and you think I’m too much? What if—”
I cut her off with a peck on her lips. She’ll work herself into a tizzy if she keeps going, and I don’t want her to get carried away.
“If I could go back and sucker punch every person who’s made you feel like you weren’t worth staying for, I would. And I’d start with your shitty family, then move on to every ex who made you feel like a burden. There will be times when you’re emotional. I already know this. There will be times when you’ll need my undivided attention, but honey, you’ve had it this whole time. My whole world revolves around you already—you’re my sun. I’m not scared off easily. I’ll be right here to reassure you every time you have doubts.”
Emma’s lower lip wobbles as tears line the bottom of her eyes. She’s cried so much today—this whole week, really. Every wave of tears feels like a wrecking ball to my chest.
“I wasn’t supposed to get attached. You weren’t supposed to be sweet to me. You were supposed to be the grumpy coworker who knows how to fuck my brains out but then doesn’t want anything to do with me after.”
“Yeah, well you were supposed to be a stress reliever. You weren’t supposed to be my dream girl. Guess we were both blindsided.”
I can tell there’s more she wants to say, but she’s had a long day with the funeral and the confrontation with her family. There are a million more things I want to say, and at the top of the list are three little words which will surely be too much for her right now.
“We can talk more about this in the morning. You’ve had a long day, and we both need our rest for the drive tomorrow.” I place a tender kiss on her forehead, and her lashes flutter closed.
We decided we would leave early tomorrow morning so we can drive straight through the day instead of stopping in Vegas again.
Maybe we should stop anyway and get married, so she knows how serious I am about her.
Well, Ben,sei impazzito.You’re crazy.
I shake off the bizarre thought. “Would you like to go to bed now, or would you like me to take care of you?”
“I want you to take care of me, but—”
I cut her off with a kiss.
God, I love that I can do that now.
“I know there are probably a million thoughts and worst-case scenarios swirling around in that beautiful head of yours. I promise—tomorrow while we drive—you can ask me all the questions you need to. Tonight, let me help you clear your head for a while. Let me worship you the way you deserve.”
“Okay.”
I strip her of her clothes and have her lay on the bed while I unbutton my flannel shirt.
Emma’s eyes track my fingers as they undo the buttons and expose my skin, and when I finally get my shirt off, she licks her lips as her eyes roam over my torso. It’s a heady thing, having her full attention.
It’s a heady thing havingher.
I hope I can keep her forever.
After I’ve removed my clothing, I crawl over her on the bed, nestle my hips between her thighs, and lower my face to hers.
The kiss starts out gentle and exploratory as my tongue parts her lips and caresses hers. She makes a mewling sound that goes straight to my dick and makes me lose my damn mind. I’ve been robbed of the sweetest sounds by her no kissing rule, and I plan on spending a long time making up for it.
The kiss turns frantic and needy as I suck on the tip of her tongue, and she threads her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck, tugging gently. I kiss her harder, trying to permanently ink my kiss onto her lips so she never forgets what it feels like. I want her craving my lips as badly as I’ve craved hers.
I circle her gorgeous throat with my hand to hold her in place so I can devour her mouth the way I need, greedily swallowing every sound coming out of her mouth.
I pull back enough to mumble, “I feel like I’ve been dying of thirst for years, and you’ve finally quenched it and brought me back to life.”
