don’t care!” He reached out to untie my robe and then pulled me into his embrace.
Feeling his lips against my face, I trembled.
He lifted my chin and touched his mouth to mine in a series of quick kisses. Then he pushed the robe off my shoulders and stepped back to look at my naked body.
He inhaled slowly. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you?”
“I will if you tell me.”
“When you walked out of me, I had no intentions of ever seeing or speaking to you again. And yet here I am—after blowing off this absolutely naked, gorgeous blonde eager for me to fuck her. Instead, I came here.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to be with you instead of her. Because I’ve been drinking myself into a near stupor in an effort not to lose myself in thoughts of you. Because I needed to see you. I’m no more interested in marriage now than I was before but I only want to be with you.
“The thought of another man touching you or even just being with you makes me feel like punching anyone you might look at out. I want to stop feeling as if I have to drink to not think of you. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to talk. I just want to be with you.
“I need help.” He inhaled and exhaled slowly. “Can you help me, honey?”
Hearing the vulnerability and the need in his voice changed everything for me. I knew I was probably going to end up hurt because he wasn’t in love with me and he wasn’t going to want to marry me—ever. But I could no more turn him away than I could deny how much I wanted a relationship with him.
“Yes,” I whispered, tears filling my eyes. “I can help and give you what you want.”
“I want you, honey. Only you.”
“Sex isn’t enough for me, Anderson.”
He nodded. “I know. Let’s just worry about that tomorrow. Tonight I just want to be without worrying about what doesn’t work for us. Let’s just enjoy what does.” He drew me back into his arms and held me close.
I thought he wanted to make love. Lord knows I did but when we went to bed, he turned on his back, pulling me on top of him. Then he closed his eyes. And the damned man went to sleep. To sleep!
I lay with my cheek pressed against his shoulder trying not to let hope overwhelm my commonsense. Yes he’d made a lot of admissions that gave me reason to hope that he wanted more than sex. But he’d also made it clear that he still didn’t want what I wanted more each day—marriage.
You can’t allow yourself to get too caught up in him. You can’t fall in love with him. You can’t.
I leaned up to kiss his mouth and settled against his body to finally fall asleep.
He woke me several hours later with his lips on mine and his fingers in my pussy.
“I need a quick bathroom break,” I whispered, rolling away from him.
“Me too,” he said.
We both spent fifteen minutes in the bathroom and then climbed back into bed together.
When he rolled me onto my back and slipped between my legs, I shuddered and clutched him close.
He kissed me, his lips warm and insistent.
I parted my lips and slid my hands down his back to cup his ass.
He rubbed himself against me.
The absolute joy I felt as his cock slowly hardened and swelled as we kissed and caressed each other frightened me. Yes, he was a good lover. But I’d had good lovers in the past. There was no reason to feel this powerful and overwhelming delight because I was with him and he was only moments away from sliding his cock inside me and taking complete control of not just my body but my heart as well.
“I need you,” he whispered with his lips against my ear.
“I’m yours,” I assured him.
“Are you?” he lifted his head and rested his weight on his extended arms.
I opened my eyes and looked up at him. “Yes.”
He reached between our bodies to grip his cock. He rubbed it along my slit.
I trembled. “Condom,” I reminded him.
“If you’re mine, why do I need a condom?” His pressed the head of his shaft between my outer
Feeling his lips against my face, I trembled.
He lifted my chin and touched his mouth to mine in a series of quick kisses. Then he pushed the robe off my shoulders and stepped back to look at my naked body.
He inhaled slowly. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you?”
“I will if you tell me.”
“When you walked out of me, I had no intentions of ever seeing or speaking to you again. And yet here I am—after blowing off this absolutely naked, gorgeous blonde eager for me to fuck her. Instead, I came here.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to be with you instead of her. Because I’ve been drinking myself into a near stupor in an effort not to lose myself in thoughts of you. Because I needed to see you. I’m no more interested in marriage now than I was before but I only want to be with you.
“The thought of another man touching you or even just being with you makes me feel like punching anyone you might look at out. I want to stop feeling as if I have to drink to not think of you. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to talk. I just want to be with you.
“I need help.” He inhaled and exhaled slowly. “Can you help me, honey?”
Hearing the vulnerability and the need in his voice changed everything for me. I knew I was probably going to end up hurt because he wasn’t in love with me and he wasn’t going to want to marry me—ever. But I could no more turn him away than I could deny how much I wanted a relationship with him.
“Yes,” I whispered, tears filling my eyes. “I can help and give you what you want.”
“I want you, honey. Only you.”
“Sex isn’t enough for me, Anderson.”
He nodded. “I know. Let’s just worry about that tomorrow. Tonight I just want to be without worrying about what doesn’t work for us. Let’s just enjoy what does.” He drew me back into his arms and held me close.
I thought he wanted to make love. Lord knows I did but when we went to bed, he turned on his back, pulling me on top of him. Then he closed his eyes. And the damned man went to sleep. To sleep!
I lay with my cheek pressed against his shoulder trying not to let hope overwhelm my commonsense. Yes he’d made a lot of admissions that gave me reason to hope that he wanted more than sex. But he’d also made it clear that he still didn’t want what I wanted more each day—marriage.
You can’t allow yourself to get too caught up in him. You can’t fall in love with him. You can’t.
I leaned up to kiss his mouth and settled against his body to finally fall asleep.
He woke me several hours later with his lips on mine and his fingers in my pussy.
“I need a quick bathroom break,” I whispered, rolling away from him.
“Me too,” he said.
We both spent fifteen minutes in the bathroom and then climbed back into bed together.
When he rolled me onto my back and slipped between my legs, I shuddered and clutched him close.
He kissed me, his lips warm and insistent.
I parted my lips and slid my hands down his back to cup his ass.
He rubbed himself against me.
The absolute joy I felt as his cock slowly hardened and swelled as we kissed and caressed each other frightened me. Yes, he was a good lover. But I’d had good lovers in the past. There was no reason to feel this powerful and overwhelming delight because I was with him and he was only moments away from sliding his cock inside me and taking complete control of not just my body but my heart as well.
“I need you,” he whispered with his lips against my ear.
“I’m yours,” I assured him.
“Are you?” he lifted his head and rested his weight on his extended arms.
I opened my eyes and looked up at him. “Yes.”
He reached between our bodies to grip his cock. He rubbed it along my slit.
I trembled. “Condom,” I reminded him.
“If you’re mine, why do I need a condom?” His pressed the head of his shaft between my outer
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