Page 72 of Cautious Love

He grabs my hips steading himself before I send us both to the ground.

“How about I drive you and drop you off at work tomorrow,” he says.

I drop my keys back into my purse. “Okay,” I stay staring up into the shadow of the brim of his hat.

He leads the way to his truck across the lot and opens the passenger door for me. My heart thrashes in my chest, my palms are clammy, and I’mexcited.This is finally happening.

Ledger drives us silently back to the house, and the tension is pulling so tight I almost put my head out the window like a dog so I can calm down and not jump him like a bitch in heat.Yes, I compared myself to a dog. This is how bad it is.

He pulls into the garage and shuts off the truck. I look at him, and he turns to me as if we’re silently agreeing this is going to happen. Then we get out of the truck, and I follow him into the house. I’m on pins and needles here. I have no idea what to expect, but I’m one breath away from ripping my clothes off and yelling ‘take me’, though I’m not sure how well that will go over.

The moment I shut the door behind me, Ledger grabs my nape and pushes me into the door. The metal bites into my overheated skin. Déjà vu covers me like a blanket only I hope it doesn’t end the same way it did last time.

The laundry room light is still off, and I can’t really see him, short of the soft glow of the kitchen light he leaves on for me when I’m coming in late.

He taps the brim of his hat up and leans into me. His hot breath brushes my lips, sending a shiver over my shoulders.

I wait for him to move, I know what I want, but I want him to cross this bridge with me.

“Shit,” he mumbles and crashes his mouth to mine.

A moan of relief burst from my throat and my knees go weak. I fully expect him to devour me, like he did last time, but his mouth is tender against mine. His other hand rests next to my head like he’s trying to control what little restraint he has left as he slowly coaxes my lips open, and I melt. It’s like our first time. He’s trying to be gentle and considerate. He tilts his head and I become a puddle at his feet as he moves mine he way he wants. All I can do is steady myself, gripping the collar of his shirt.

His hand slips from the back to the front of my neck as his thumb and forefinger gently lift my chin giving him more access.

I stand up on my tiptoes leaning into his kiss and he moans into my mouth, making my thighs clench together.

Before I can process the flutter of his tongue against mine, he pulls away burring his nose into my neck, leaving a soft, intentional trail of his lips over my skin.

He takes his hat off, and dips down, moving further over my chest where my tank top dips low.

I whimper at the sensation of his warm lips over my skin and the rasp of his mustache. I don’t want him to stop. I want to know what it feels like to have that mouth all over me.

He hangs his hat on the hook and with one arm lifts me up.

My ankles lock at his back to keep me from falling and he slides his other arm under my ass to steady me.

We barely get to the kitchen before he has me pressed up against the wall and he’s sipping at my lips as if he has all the time in the world, and I’m not about to die from the pressure building between my thighs.

“Ledger, please,” I whine leaning my head back against the wall.

He groans and spins us around, but we only make it to the kitchen counter, where he sits me down and gathers the edge of my top, yanking it over my head.

I grab his face again, loving his lack of urgency because it’s the best foreplay I’ve ever experienced.

Drawing back he stares at me for a moment. His eyes trace over my breasts, and down to my belly button before dragging back up to my gaze.

He nibbles his bottom lip before leaning in, pressing his mouth over the rise of my skin where my bra covers the rest of me while his hands gently squeeze my hips, avoiding my ribs.

I wiggle in his hold, wanting everything he can give me and grab the back of his head pulling his hair so I can kiss him again.

He grunts into my mouth and our slow, hungry kiss, turns aggressive. Teeth click, lungs gasp, and his needy moan sends a shot of arousal through me. I can feel it in my toes, I have never…

He cuts off my thought taking control of the kiss again his rough large hands frame my face in holding me captive and I sigh against his lips as he rubs our noses together, kissing me again.

My hands tremble reaching for his shirt, pulling it from his waist and flipping the buttons one at a time.

Ledger stands there, shirt open, toned body he hones daily, on display, and my mouth watering. I drag a hand over his muscular chest, and he twitches under my touch. I dig my nails in a little more, and he groans.