Page 72 of Beating Heart
And nothing had ever felt better.
I moaned into her mouth as she continued working me with her hand.
My body tensed just as the most powerful orgasm shot through every inch of me. I erupted as a guttural sound left my throat, and I came hard.
She didn’t pull back.
Didn’t care that I was making a fucking mess.
She continued kissing me and running her hand up and down my shaft as I rode out every last bit of pleasure.
Once my breathing slowed, and she pulled back to look at me, she just smiled with this sexy look that had my chest squeezing in response. She pushed to her feet and moved to the bathroom, and I heard the water turn on. She came back with a damp washcloth and cleaned me up. I reached for it, but she pulled back.
I pushed the hair back from her face. “You don’t need to do that. I can do it.”
“I want to do it. You’ve done more for me over the last two days than you even realize.” Her eyes were slightly wet with emotion, and she blinked a few times and looked away.
“Hey,” I said, reaching up to turn her chin so she’d meet my gaze. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
She sighed and reached for my hand and placed it on her chest, over her heart. “You know how you said your heart only beat for Cutler?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, for the last few months, I didn’t know if mine would ever beat again. But can you feel that strong heartbeat there?” she asked, keeping her hand over mine. “I know this is just two neighbors having some fun, and it can’t go anywhere, but I don’t know… I feel like you’ve brought me back to life in a way, Nash. So, if this all ends right now, today, thank you for doing that.”
Her words hit me hard. I understood that feeling when you weren’t sure you’d ever feel anything again. I’d been closed off for a long time. Focused on Cutler. On giving him a good life.
I didn’t regret a thing.
I’d walk through fire over and over until my skin was pure ash for that boy. But I wouldn’t lie; it felt good to like the woman who was currently sitting beside me in my bed. Normally, I was one foot out the door.
I didn’t feel any of that with Emerson.
“How about this—” I said, slipping the hair behind her ear before tucking my dick back into my pants and sitting forward. “We take it one day at a time. I know you came here to heal and to put the past behind you. There are no expectations here. But I’m also not going to lie and say I don’t like being with you. So how about we just enjoy things for right now?”
She nodded, the corners of her lips turning up. “I can do that. I just don’t want to confuse Cutler.”
“You live next door. You’re his doctor. He won’t be confused. I’ve taught him to be neighborly,” I said, waggling my brows, and she laughed and pushed to her feet. She moved to the bathroom, and I heard the water turn on again before she came out and clasped her fingers together.
“Okay. Well, thanks for a great dinner.” She smirked. “I need to be up early. I’m going to grab Winnie and head home.”
I nodded, and it surprised me that I was disappointed she was leaving. Of course, she was leaving. We weren’t dating. We were friendly neighbors. Who enjoyed making out and trading orgasms.
Nothing more.
I’d never allowed a woman to stay the night in my home with my son here.
But as I followed her down the hallway, and she tiptoed into Cutler’s room and patted Winnie to follow her out, I wondered what it would be like if she were here.
All the time.
Where the fuck did that come from?
When she got to the door, she turned around, and I was on her once again. I pinned her there beneath my weight and kissed her hard.
She was breathless when she pulled back and looked up at me. “I know we’re not overthinking this, but I need to say something. I need to say it for myself. And it’s okay if you want to run for the hills. I’d understand.”
“Tell me.”
