With only two minutes left of my shift, I pulled out of the spot where I’d been running radar and started in the direction of my house. Images of her chest rising and falling harshly as she pinned herself to the opposite side of the couch last night hit me, and I welcomed them. I’d lost count of how many times we’d already broken apart, repeating the words “slow . . . we’re going slow.” And I remembered that, as I sat there taking in her erratic breathing and heated stare, I couldn’t think of why we’d even agreed to that. Because slow when it came to Kamryn was painful. Not just sexually. Everything about taking our relationship slow was killing me.
But then I’d remembered—I’d remembered why. Because I was married to a broken woman who needed me to get her help.
Never once in the last five years had I thought about actually leaving Olivia. Through all the bullshit, heartache, and grief, I’d remained faithful to a wife whom I no longer loved . . . and who had probably never even loved me . . . because I felt like I owed it to her. But the second I saw Kamryn everything in my life changed. To find someone who could change me so completely before I even heard her speak was a gift that I would have been blind to not accept.
Finding someone who made me feel alive, who had me willing to actually leave Olivia and ready to change my entire life just so I could spend the rest of it with her—that was what made it impossible to remember to go slow. Physically. Emotionally. Mentally. I wanted all of her, and I wanted to give all of myself to her.
I don’t know who had reached for the other again first, but she’d moved toward me at the same time I’d gripped her waist and pulled her onto my lap. She’d quickly pulled my shirt off before bringing our mouths back together, and I hadn’t been able to stop myself from pressing her harder against my erection as her fingers trailed over my shoulders and chest.
When we’d pulled away from each other minutes later, she hadn’t gone back to the other side of the couch like she already had so many times that night. She’d stood up and backed away from me, and it was clear that she was fighting against the urge to continue or trying to go slow—like we’d said we would. Making it easier for both of us, I’d left, not knowing when I would see her again. Olivia was coming back into town sometime the next day, and neither of us thought we could see each other a fourth night in a row and continue to stop ourselves from what we both wanted.
But like I was being pulled to her, I turned to head toward her place instead of mine. She was my gift, and I wasn’t going to pass up on our already rare, stolen moments.
Kamryn
May 19, 2015
MY PHONE STARTED ringing as I stepped out of the shower, and I hurried to dry off before running to the nightstand. A wide smile crossed my face when I saw his name on the screen.
“Hey! I didn’t think you were going to call.” Even though I hated not knowing when we would get to see or talk to each other again, the surprise of hearing from him almost made it worth it.
“Can I come over?” he asked hurriedly.
I frowned and glanced at my phone quickly before bringing it back to my ear. “Of course. Are you okay?”
“I am, I just need to see you.”
My smile came back, and I took off for the door leading to the garage. “Okay, I’ll have the garage door opened, and the other one unlocked. Just come in.”
“Be there soon.”
Running back to my bathroom, I threw the towel on the floor and started brushing my teeth, cutting it short when I heard the door shut.
“Kam?” his deep voice called from the front of my condo.
“Shit!” I hissed and rinsed out my mouth before running to my room. “Be out in a sec!” Throwing on the first tank top and shorts I could find, I took a few seconds to settle my breathing before walking calmly out to meet him.
He already had his shirt and vest off, and the way his dark eyes raked over my body had my stomach heating. There was a determined look on his face as he took long steps to meet me, and just before we got to each other, he shook his head and said, “I can’t do ‘slow’ anymore.”
His arms went around me, and he brought his mouth down to mine. The minute our lips touched, something in me ignited, and a small groan came from Brody when I opened my mouth to him and his tongue met mine. His large hands slid down my sides, his thumbs barely grazing the sides of my br**sts before continuing down to rest on my hips, pulling me closer to him. I let the tips of my fingers trail down his chest until I hit the bottom of his undershirt and lifted it—letting him finish taking it off and drop it on the floor.
“If you want to stop, you need to say it now.”
“I’m not saying anything,” I whispered against his lips.
I couldn’t. We’d agreed to go slow, but nothing about what we were doing was normal. Even though we’d kept the last three nights pretty chaste, the charge between us had been growing steadily, and we’d been in some sort of unspoken agreement that it was getting too hard to stay away from each other. We’d been silently moving away from each other when the electricity between us grew, both pulling away breathlessly from kisses that had our resolve quickly slipping.
Just before his mouth slammed down on mine, he mumbled, “Thank God.”
The force of his kiss surprised me, and a high-pitched moan slipped from my chest. Brody laughed softly as one of his hands left my hip and went to my back and under my shirt, his hand leaving a trail of fire on my skin.