Page 78 of The Lies I've Told
I knew I should go. I knew I should pack up my things this very night and walk away from this tiny town and all the people in it.
It would be the right thing to do.
For everyone.
But I couldn’t do it. My body was tied down to this bed, chained to this room, tethered to this woman so tightly, I didn’t know how to let go.
The sound of the lock being turned jolted me upright as my eyes tried to make out the intruder making their way into my suite.
It didn’t take long.
Even in the darkened room, I could spot those long, sexy legs from a mile away.
She didn’t say a word as I watched her set the key on my dresser, which I could only assume she’d stolen from her parents since her overseeing days for the inn had long since passed.
Wearing only a thin slip of a nightgown, she walked over to the bed and pulled the covers back. I slid over, her eyes on mine as she found her way back to me. Her hand cradled my face as she leaned into me. Her eyes were swollen, most likely from tears she’d shed.
Over me.
I swallowed hard and tried to look away, but she wouldn’t allow it.
“I’m not giving up on you, Aiden Fisher,” she whispered, her lips quivering with meaning. “Not now, not ever.”
“I told you I couldn’t give you more,” I said, feeling like the worst kind of fraud. “I warned you to guard your heart.”
She smiled, moisture rimming her brilliant blue eyes. “It wasn’t mine to protect any longer,” she said.
The war that had been raging within me, deciding between what was the right thing to do and what my heart wanted, suddenly ended.
With a single, passionate, soul-binding kiss.
I reached for her, our lips meeting in a frenzy of words unspoken, lives now altered and a thousand crazy decisions we had yet to make.
I knew our future might be unsettled.
I knew I had to eventually tell her everything, but for now, all I wanted to do was be wrapped in her embrace for as long as I could.
Just like this.
Every time felt like the first time with Millie. Every caress of her body felt like I was exploring it anew. Removing her nightgown, I covered every inch of her beautiful tan skin with my lips, making sure to kiss away tears on her cheeks as I worked my way down.
She wore lace panties again, something I was growing quite fond of, as I took one last appreciative glance before sliding them down her long legs and dropping them on the floor.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I murmured.
“So are you,” she answered.
I made quick work of the condom, hating that we still had to use it, but both of us had a history we couldn’t ignore, hers more recent than I liked to think about.
And I hadn’t exactly been a saint either.
But none of that mattered now.
Sitting up on the bed, I pulled her into my lap. Her knees were at my sides as she straddled me, our bodies close.
So close.
“I want to kiss you, hold you, while I make love to you,” I said softly, as I slowly lowered her onto my throbbing cock.
