Page 54 of Blue Norther
“We shouldn’t.” The words felt forced and metallic as they came out of my mouth. “The lines are feeling…”
“Blurred?”
“So blurred!” I bit my lip to stop the nervous laughter that was bubbling up again.
“Mm. But just once wouldn’t hurt? Just to get it out of our systems, now that I know I’m not the only one consumed day and night by these fucking thoughts.”
“What if I don’t want it to just be a one-time thing, though? What if I know that the second you touch me, I’ll want it to be a forever kind of thing?” I whispered, laying all my cards right at his feet. We were too old for anything else. No more games. No more talking in riddles. “Can you forgive me?”
His head reared back like I’d slapped him.
“Forgive you? For what?”
“For leaving. I shouldn’t have pushed you away. I should have stayed, and fought through my depression. I should have known that I wasn’t protecting you from me…from all the heartache my body caused. I was hurting you by leaving.”
“Vi. How many times do I have to say it before you’ll believe me? There is nothing to forgive. I’m the one that should be showing you I’m sorry. That I am trying to fix things?—”
“No. Absolutely not. I walked away. I gave up on us when you never, ever did. If anything, I should be bending over backwards to prove myself to you.”
His eyes bounced between mine for a moment before he leaned in and kissed me. Every anxious thought, every second oftrying to piece together how the hell I was going to make it up to him, left in the desperate whimper that erupted from me.
“I should have fucking been there for you. I should have taken time off of work. I should have brought you to therapy…fuck, I should have fucking went to therapy with you. Violet…you walked away to save yourself. I have never, and I will never, hold that against you. I thought the only way to give you peace was to let you go. I’m the one who needs to apologize. I’m the one who needs to beg for forgiveness. Please, Vi. Please forgive me. Please say there’s a chance that you’ll let me back into your heart.”
“You never left,” I whispered. “You’ve always been there.”
His lips pressed down my neck. Over my collarbone. Onto my shoulder. The hair from his unshaven face tickled, bringing heat to the surface of my skin.
“This is it, Violet. Tell me to walk away,” he whispered. Colt’s voice broke, and his eyes grew misty. My hand reached out to rest against his face, but before I knew it, his hand was wrapped around my wrist, bringing my hand up to his lips. One single kiss, pressed directly into the palm of my hand, and I was melting. “Tell me you don’t want me to do this. That we’re still divorced, and you don’t have those feelings for me anymore. Because if I kiss you right now, Vi, I’m never letting you go again. You and the baby are mine.Mine.So, if you have any doubts, you need to say them now. Because I can feel my heart stitching back together every time I’m close to you.”
He placed my hand over his heart, the rhythm picking up and banging erratically. If he hadn’t just seen his doctor, I might actually be concerned for his health.
“I’m scared,” I confessed.
“I am too,” he replied. “I don’t ever want to lose you again.”
Colt
Isat on the edge of the bed, taking her hand and pressing a kiss against her wrist. “Tell me no one else has touched you, Vi. Tell me no one has had these beautiful lips pressed up against their own. No man has touched you where only my touch should have ever been.”
Her breath caught as my thumb brushed against her pebbled nipple. “No one.”
“Say it again,” I begged, my dick jumping at the sight of her bottom lip being pulled between her teeth.
“I haven’t been with anyone else. I didn’t want to date, but there was this one time my agent set me up to have coffee with her brother, and I felt like I couldn’t say no. It was the worst. He didn’t even open the door for me.”
A growl ripped from my chest as I pressed a kiss against her neck. “I want his name, Vi. I’ll teach him how to treat a woman. Not you,because you’re mine to take care of.But for the rest of the world full of women, I’ll teach him a lesson.”
“I don’t remember it,” she whispered as my hand slipped under the blanket and my fingers ran over her hip. Violet gasped, and I could feel her skin pebble beneath my touch.
“I love hearing that, darlin’. The only name I ever want in your mind is mine.” My hands pulled back the blanket, exposing her needy pussy. My God. I was going to fucking come in my pants before I even touched her.
The sight of Violet, so round with my baby, writhing with need killed me. I palmed my erection, groaning as I tried to find some sort of fucking relief from how goddamn hard I was.
“Is this position okay? On your side like this, for you and the baby?”
“Yes. God. We’re fine. Please…please don’t make me wait…I need you.”
My fingers slipped between her legs. She was already so wet, so ready for me that I wanted to just bury myself deep inside her. But that would come. After she did.
