his arms. She participated, reaching up to lightly hold the back of his head in place. Her lips fit with his. He had kissed a lot of women, most of them more technically proficient, but kissing Lexy felt—right.
Sweet.
Too sweet, like a young girl just introduced to the art of kissing rather than a married woman. Had he never kissed her before?
Slowly, so as not to scare her, he slid his tongue into her mouth. She moaned and met it with her own. Moaned. He felt his cock shoot to life. Getting so hard, that his zipper nearly burst. It was the softness of her body that did him in. The gentleness of her smell coupled with the loving way she touched him, the way she instinctively moved her body against his. He knew she cared about him. She showed him in the simple things she did.
He slipped his hand into her T-shirt, finding his way to her lush perfect breast. His thumb brushed across her nipple. Slowly. Back and forth until it was a hard little point of pleasured skin. She gasped. Then moaned and then pushed her hips against his, seeking release. His sex met hers and through too many layers of clothes they rubbed against each other, their skin growing damp with all the friction.
It was then the reality of the situation hit her. She pulled her lips from his, looking up at him with fear mixed with horror. What had he done to deserve that look?
“Ryan, please stop,” she begged.
He did so immediately. What had he done to earn such rejection? Women didn’t reject him. He had been with... A memory struck him. He was in his twenties and there was a beautiful woman at his side, smiling, flirting, throwing her perfect long auburn locks over her shoulder, flashing him a killer smile. They were by the water, a riverfront, at night. He could remember the way the breeze blew her hair and how she claimed that it was much too chilly for her to be in such a skimpy dress. He remembered opening his jacket and wrapping the slender redhead inside, holding her close while she whispered sexy things in his ear. Her name was... His memory failed him, faded away to the place where all memories were for him.
“I cheated on you, didn’t I?”
She quickly rose from the bed and backed away from him.
“That’s not what this is about.” She faltered. “You— Yes, you cheated on me.”
That was it. He knew there was a reason why she kept her distance.
“Lexy, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s too late for that. It doesn’t even matter anymore. I’ll be leaving soon anyway. Get some rest. I’ll be across the hall if you need me.”
He watched her flee, self-loathing washing over him. He had cheated on his wife. How many times? Once. Twice. Too many times to count? He couldn’t remember. He didn’t want to remember. He didn’t want to be the man who hurt Lexy.
Chapter Eight
L exy pulled up in front of Golden Hill just a little after noon the next day. Instead of getting out, instead of walking inside like she was supposed to, she sat in her car and stared mindlessly at the big brick building. She couldn’t make herself move. Exhausted didn’t begin to describe how she felt. Being by Ryan’s side the past few weeks while he recovered had drained a little bit of life out of her. If he was the same man he was when he went away it would be easy to walk away. To not care. But this new Ryan made her feel things she had never felt before. She wasn’t sure how to handle him.
She thought that maybe when she got home, got the chance to sleep in her own bed, that she could get some sleep, rest her mind and reevaluate this turn in her life. But as soon as they crossed the threshold she knew there would be no regrouping.
Ryan was really back. In her home. Her home. The place she had made her own. The place she spent the past two years becoming who she wanted to be. But after that alarmingly steamy interlude in his bedroom she could barely think about anything else. She felt him everywhere. Not just his presence in the house but his touch on
Sweet.
Too sweet, like a young girl just introduced to the art of kissing rather than a married woman. Had he never kissed her before?
Slowly, so as not to scare her, he slid his tongue into her mouth. She moaned and met it with her own. Moaned. He felt his cock shoot to life. Getting so hard, that his zipper nearly burst. It was the softness of her body that did him in. The gentleness of her smell coupled with the loving way she touched him, the way she instinctively moved her body against his. He knew she cared about him. She showed him in the simple things she did.
He slipped his hand into her T-shirt, finding his way to her lush perfect breast. His thumb brushed across her nipple. Slowly. Back and forth until it was a hard little point of pleasured skin. She gasped. Then moaned and then pushed her hips against his, seeking release. His sex met hers and through too many layers of clothes they rubbed against each other, their skin growing damp with all the friction.
It was then the reality of the situation hit her. She pulled her lips from his, looking up at him with fear mixed with horror. What had he done to deserve that look?
“Ryan, please stop,” she begged.
He did so immediately. What had he done to earn such rejection? Women didn’t reject him. He had been with... A memory struck him. He was in his twenties and there was a beautiful woman at his side, smiling, flirting, throwing her perfect long auburn locks over her shoulder, flashing him a killer smile. They were by the water, a riverfront, at night. He could remember the way the breeze blew her hair and how she claimed that it was much too chilly for her to be in such a skimpy dress. He remembered opening his jacket and wrapping the slender redhead inside, holding her close while she whispered sexy things in his ear. Her name was... His memory failed him, faded away to the place where all memories were for him.
“I cheated on you, didn’t I?”
She quickly rose from the bed and backed away from him.
“That’s not what this is about.” She faltered. “You— Yes, you cheated on me.”
That was it. He knew there was a reason why she kept her distance.
“Lexy, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s too late for that. It doesn’t even matter anymore. I’ll be leaving soon anyway. Get some rest. I’ll be across the hall if you need me.”
He watched her flee, self-loathing washing over him. He had cheated on his wife. How many times? Once. Twice. Too many times to count? He couldn’t remember. He didn’t want to remember. He didn’t want to be the man who hurt Lexy.
Chapter Eight
L exy pulled up in front of Golden Hill just a little after noon the next day. Instead of getting out, instead of walking inside like she was supposed to, she sat in her car and stared mindlessly at the big brick building. She couldn’t make herself move. Exhausted didn’t begin to describe how she felt. Being by Ryan’s side the past few weeks while he recovered had drained a little bit of life out of her. If he was the same man he was when he went away it would be easy to walk away. To not care. But this new Ryan made her feel things she had never felt before. She wasn’t sure how to handle him.
She thought that maybe when she got home, got the chance to sleep in her own bed, that she could get some sleep, rest her mind and reevaluate this turn in her life. But as soon as they crossed the threshold she knew there would be no regrouping.
Ryan was really back. In her home. Her home. The place she had made her own. The place she spent the past two years becoming who she wanted to be. But after that alarmingly steamy interlude in his bedroom she could barely think about anything else. She felt him everywhere. Not just his presence in the house but his touch on
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