Page 45 of No Apologies
His eyes studied her face for a long moment and then he surprised her again because he reached out and gently cupped her cheek. He stroked his thumb over her bottom lip and his eyes followed the motion. She didn’t move, barely even breathed as the sparks between them flared all over again. When his eyes met hers, she could see that he felt it too.
He groaned, “Goddamnit, when you look at me like that...”
“Like what?”
“You make me want to be better.” He muttered softly, “A better man would let you go so that’s what I’m tryin’ to do.”
“I don’t…” She started but he kissed her then, stopping her protest.
He didn’t jerk her towards him. He didn’t slam his mouth to hers this time. He didn’t attack or overwhelm her. Instead, he moved into her, cupping her face and holding her gently as he slowly pressed his lips against hers. It was a soft kiss, so at odds with the violence and anger and pain of only minutes ago. He kissed her this time as if he wanted it to linger and last forever and when he pulled back she wasn’t sure even forever would have been long enough.
Colt dropped his hands and stepped away, “Goodbye Skylar.”
It sounded all wrong. Felt all wrong. And she refused to play along. That kiss had felt different because he’d intended it as a goodbye but it wasn’t. This wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning.
She shook her head, “I’ll see you later Colt.”
