Page 15 of The Moment We Know

“Bullshit. You just locked up on me.”

“I’m fine.”

“Again, I’m calling bullshit.” He turned her to face him. “Something’s wrong.”

Paige sighed. “It’s not you, okay?”

He looked pained. “Did I trigger you or something?”

“Sort of. Being touched from behind sort of took me away for a moment, but it’s over and I’m back,” she assured him, then wished she’d chosen a better way to explain it, instead of making it sound like she’d teleported somewhere.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

He put his hands on the sides of her neck, holding her gently. “So, you’re with me now?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

His thumbs slid up and caressed her cheeks, then her bottom lip. “How about now?”

Instead of verbally answering this time, she gave the barest of nods, her lips parting for him. David noted her wide eyes and shallow breaths, and while he wasn’t used to seeing her like this, he’d been around the block enough to know when a woman was turned on. And even though she’d had an unpleasant moment, she was definitely turned on now.

Knowing this was for him was almost overwhelming. The knowledge raced through his veins like an electrical current as he slid his fingers up into her hair, which felt like silk. Holding her in place, he leaned in and kissed her.

He truly thought her lips had been made for his, and as they softened and molded so perfectly to his, he groaned low in his throat. He felt everything around him recede, until all that remained was Paige and his unbelievable need for her, which only seemed to grow as she kissed him back.

As did his cock, which was expanding at an exponential rate.

It was the soft thud of Paige’s back hitting her apartment door that reminded David they were still in the hallway. Blindly, he reached around until he found her keyring hanging from the lock and managed to unlock the door without too much trouble. Then he grabbed at the knob, and after turning it enough to get the door to swing open, they sort of stumbled into her dark apartment, kissing the entire time.

The second they were inside, he maneuvered her until the door was once again behind her and walked her backwards, closing the door in the process. After the bright lights of the hallway, Paige’s entryway was practically pitch dark, rendering them almost blind. Undeterred, they continued to kiss with abandon as their hands really got involved—hers finding their way into his hair and his finding their way to her breasts.

David cupped and squeezed for a few moments before his fingers went to the row of buttons on her shirt. “I’ve been going crazy all night, looking down this shirt,” he told her, a hint of rebuke in his voice. “But that was probably your evil plan when you got dressed.”

She hid her grin in the dark. “‘Evil’ is a pretty strong word, don’t you think?”

“That’s exactly why I used it.”

He pushed her shirt open, only to find that he’d somehow missed a couple of buttons, and made a sound of aggravation in his throat. “I can’t see shit,” he complained, as he took care of the stragglers. When his task was complete and her shirt was hanging open, his hands went to her bra. “Does this open in the front or the back? I don’t want to waste any time trying to figure it out by myself in the dark.”

Paige chuckled softly and reached back, feeling along the wall until she found the light switch. She flipped it on, filling the small space with a soft light that nonetheless had them both blinking like owls.

As his eyes adjusted, they widened in appreciation as he got his first look at her push-up bra, which was a masterpiece of peacock-blue satin, overlaid with black lace. He wasn’t able to admire it for very long, though, because she took the liberty of unhooking the front of the bra for him, answering his question. He immediately pushed both her hands and the padded cups out of the way, and in a matter of seconds her shirt and bra had been dispatched to the floor. It gave him an unrestricted view of her breasts, which he was just starting to take advantage of when she covered her chest with both hands.

“Quid pro quo,” Paige demanded.

With a twitch of his lips, he grabbed his shirt by the collar and pulled it up and over his head, then let it fall to the floor.

Her breath caught in her throat. It had been over five years since she’d seen him like this and for a moment, all she did was stare at him.

He was beautiful.

She let her hands fall and placed them on his abdomen, touching his heated skin before leisurely moving them upward. The smattering of hair across his chest was a little lighter in color than it used to be, but it still felt the same—slightly coarse and springy. It was almost surreal to be touching him like this, especially since Paige never thought she’d even see him again after the divorce.

And now, here they were, half-naked in her entryway.

Her hands trailed further up, until she was holding his bearded face. She held his hazel gaze for a moment before drawing him down for a kiss, which turned into a second, then a third. As they hungrily feasted on one another, she slowly became aware of his hands at her breasts, his long, warm fingers kneading and squeezing. He seemed to know exactly how much pressure to apply to get maximum pleasure, especially when he worked on her nipples.

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