Page 55 of Follow My Heart

Then I wiped my mouth, moving up her body to kiss her. I was still wearing briefs, but my dick sought her heat through the thin layer of cotton.

With my hands braced on either side of her head, I kissed her, using my tongue to mimic the motion I wanted to make with my dick. Then I ground my cock against her core.

With a groan, I moved off her and flopped onto my back. Fuck, I didn’t think I had it in me to stop. To pull away. She was right there, and I would have shoved my briefs down enough to ease inside her.

I closed my eyes at the image. I wanted her with an intensity I hadn’t felt in forever.

Violet shifted on the mattress. She was probably propping herself up on her elbow. “Is everything okay?”

I opened my eyes to see her brow furrowed, her eyes filled with doubt. I touched her hair, cupping her cheek. “I want you. Too much. But I said we’d take this slow.”

Violet nodded. “Thank you.”

She kissed my chest again, and I wanted nothing more than to sink inside her heat. But I held myself back. Violet needed to be sure about us.

“Let me hold you.”

Violet lowered herself to my chest, and I closed my eyes. Her hair tickling my chin, her fingers on my chest. I’d never get enough of being with her like this.

“I’ll slip out before Faith wakes, “I murmured, but I think Violet was already asleep because she didn’t respond.

I stared at the ceiling for a long time, wondering if it was okay to feel this good so soon after a divorce. Shouldn’t I be miserable? Lamenting the loss of my marriage? Feeling like a failure because I couldn’t save it?

Instead, I was enjoying Violet’s company. As right as I felt when I was with her, I couldn’t stop the doubts from creeping in. What would happen if Faith got upset? If she decided she wasn’t ready for me to date?

Could I break things off with Violet? She was worried about us not working out, and she was the last person I wanted to hurt.

I wanted her to trust me. To let go of her fears and doubts and be with me. If I wanted her to do that, then I’d have to do the same. I’d let go of preconceived ideas of how I should feel and just be in the moment.

Right now, Violet was in my arms and in my bed. Life couldn’t get better than that.

CHAPTER 13

VIOLET

Iwoke to the smell of pancakes and muffled voices. I wasn’t sure when Ryder had slipped out of the room, but I was glad he had the wherewithal to do it. I’d fallen into a deep sleep after he’d given me that orgasm.

I needed more, but he’d held us back. When he was grinding his cock against me, I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me bare. It was reckless.

I was glad he’d held himself together and acted with sense. Because I was out of control when I was with Ryder.

I didn’t want to think about the consequences or the what-ifs. I was my usual impulsive self, throwing caution to the wind and living in the moment with him.

At least one of us was sensible. I jumped in the shower to clean up quickly from last night, then used his toothpaste on my finger to brush my teeth. Then I finger combed my hair as best I could. My hair was thick, straight, and knotted easily.

I pulled on my clothes from yesterday hoping it wouldn’t be awkward for Faith that I’d slept over last night. Maybe Ryder had explained the situation to her.

I followed the sounds of talking to the kitchen where Faith was eating pancakes at the island, and Ryder stood at the counter in a black T-shirt and gray sweats.

“Morning,” I said with a little wave.

Faith lifted her head. “You stayed overnight?”

“My car was at home, and I didn’t want to leave you alone last night.” I hovered at the end of the counter, unsure of my role.

Faith cut a piece of pancake and carefully dipped it into maple syrup. “I would have been okay.”

“Well, I don’t like doing that unless we’ve talked about it ahead of time. I wouldn’t want you to wake up alone,” Ryder said to Faith.

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