Page 131 of Reckless
“No,” I admitted.“It’s not.”
He waited.
That was the thing about him now.He waited for the whole truth when he thought there was one.
And because I was happy and a little wrung out and too full of him to play games, I gave it to him.
“I was just thinking,” I said softly, “that I’m glad it was you.”
The words landed between us and stayed there.
His face moved in a way I felt more than saw.Something quiet and rough moving under the control.
He lifted our joined hands and brushed his mouth over my knuckles.
That nearly took my knees out.
Completely unfair.
I laughed softly just to survive it.“You cannot start doing things like that.”
“Why.”
“Because I already had sex with you.You don’t get to become more romantic now.”
One side of his mouth moved.“That sounds made up.”
“It is not.”
“It is.”
I stepped fully into him then because the night had become too much for distance and because if I didn’t kiss him again before going inside, I was going to be unsettled all the way upstairs.
This kiss was shorter.
Softer.
And somehow more disarming because of that.
No rush.No edge.Just my mouth on his, his hand at my waist, both of us smiling a little into it because whatever else this was, it wasn’t ugly.
It wasn’t ugly.
It wasn’t awkward.
It wasn’t something I had to recover from or explain away or laugh off with the girls later like a story that had happened to someone slightly more tragic and slightly less lucky than me.
It had been good.
Beautiful, honestly.
Hot as hell, yes.But beautiful too.
I went upstairs to my room still smiling.
Still glowing.
Still feeling him everywhere in the best way.
