Page 92 of Pelvic Flaws

She started to pick at a button on her over-sized shirt, averting here gaze from mine.

“Hey, Katie Cat,” I said, walking toward her. “What’s wrong?”

I stooped down in front of her and taking her chin in my hand, lifted her head, wanting to see those pretty pale blue eyes of hers.

“Katie, darlin’, talk to me.”

“I’m so happy,” she replied, swallowing. “I just don’t want this to end, but I have no clue as to whether I’m doing it right. It’s been so bloody long since I did this, things have changed so much. I mean Mandy says there’s even bloody trends on sexual positions these days. How the hell am I supposed to know if I’m doing the right things, saying the right things, wearing the bloody right things?”

“I just want you to be you,” I replied. “I don’t want our relationship to feel like it’s difficult for you.”

“It isn’t,” she protested. “I love it, and am enjoying it more than you’ll ever know, but what if I cock this up? You know I have no capacity to keep my mouth shut, and I really want to tell you how I feel, but am scared you might not want to hear it. I’m not young and I don’t have a tight little gym body and I hate the idea that one day you might meet someone better, and that in itself makes me feel stupid, because we’re so new.”

Her adorable little chin wobbled and I knew that this was as much about Sophie as it was about me.

“Hey,” I soothed, running a hand over her hair. “I told you, I know what I want, and that happens to be you. As for the future, no one can predict that, but I have no plans to go anywhere. You don’t think I’m scared too?”

“Why would you be scared?” she asked, frowning at me.

“Because I really like you and I don’t want to mess it up either. I’m scared your kids will hate me and that’ll be a deal breaker for you. And I’m more than a little concerned that Carl seems to be regretting letting you go, and when I see him looking at you, I’m fucking scared I might just punch him on the fucking nose.”

She laughed at that and cupped my face with her cool palm.

“You have nothing to worry about over Carl.”

I shrugged. “I know what I see, Katie, and that man has a lot of regret in his eyes. I know I can be a better partner for you than he ever was, but you guys have history and three kids and it doesn’t matter how great the orgasms are that I give to you darlin’, I can’t compete with that.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Katie replied with a grin. “Those orgasms are pretty awesome.”

I laughed and leaned in for a quick kiss.

God, she fucking slayed me.

“I thought we’d agreed no more over thinking.”

“I’m not, I swear.” Katie shook her head vigorously. “I’m not going to run away or end things because of my fears. Honestly, I’m not, but it just struck me how I felt and I wanted to tell you, but something stopped me and that made me feel a little sad.”

“Darlin’, please be yourself with me. I like you for who you are. I like that you have no filter on that sexy mouth of yours. I like that your kid blew chunks all over me. I like that every day is a new fucking adventure wondering what mess you’re gonna get into. I like everything about you and us. We’re doing this together darlin’ and as long as we’re honest, I think we’re gonna be pretty awesome.”

“I know, and I do too,” Katie said. “It’s my insecurities and I’m trying really hard to let go of them.”

“Good, now tell me again, what it is you like about me.” I leaned forward. “But before you do that, gimme those lips Katie Cat.”

As Katie leaned in to kiss me, my cell rang in my back pocket. I groaned, knowing I should answer it as I was expecting a call from my accountant.

“Hold that kiss, one minute,” I said, holding up a finger and grabbing my cell with my other hand.

It was international again. Cursing and shaking my head, I dropped the call.

“Didn’t you want to speak to them?” Katie asked through pursed lips.

I burst out laughing. “When I said hold that kiss I didn’t mean literally.”

Katie shrugged. “I wanted to be ready for you.”

“Good thinking.”

I kissed her and proved her wrong when she said she wouldn’t be able to move for an hour. She moved pretty good, riding me hard on her kitchen floor, while I gave her another of those amazing orgasms she was so damn fond of.

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