Page 113 of Floodgates
“The hell you’re not,” I teased, leaning close and kissing his throat, chin, along his jawline, and finally his ear, flicking my tongue over his lobe.
“Oh God.” He groaned like he was dying.
“Strip now,” I commanded, tugging on his bottom lip, nibbling, trying to get him moving.
“Tracy,” he moaned, and the sound, ragged and full of ache, broke through my carnal haze.
I stopped unbuttoning my shirt and leaned back to look up into his face. “What’s the matter?”
“I just—you have no idea how much I….” He bent and kissed me.
I was lost in it, the slowness and the build, but I cleared my head because this was important. He was important. Taking hold of his face, stilling him, I stared up into his eyes. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
He looked pained.
“Please, Cord.”
“It’s fast,” he said simply, his voice was husky and low. “This is fast.”
“Yes.”
He furrowed his thick brows, and I traced over one of them with my thumb.
The man was adorable.
“Stop worrying,” I said.
“I can’t help it. I only have you by default.”
“What’re you talking about?”
“If Breckin hadn’t messed up, where would I be?”
“Seducing me at a Christmas party?” I suggested.
“Shit,” he grumbled miserably as he dropped his head forward onto my shoulder.
After sliding a hand behind his neck and holding him there, I whispered into his ear, “Listen, I didn’t know why Breckin cheated on me at the time. It made no sense. But now I understand. He needed something I couldn’t give him.”
“What?”
“Excitement.”
He lifted his head to scowl at me. “Do you even know what you’re talking about?”
I nodded. “Breckin likes diversity. He likes the thrill of newness. I got old, and so he went on the prowl for something fresh. I have no doubt there would have been another after Sean. There would have been a whole string of people.”
“You can’t know—”
“I think Breckin likes the idea of being monogamous, but it’s not his natural state.”
His gaze searched mine.
“And it wasn’t yours either.”
A quick nod from him.
“But that’s changed, yeah?”
