Page 104 of Someone to Watch Over Me

“If the right guy comes along…”

“That makes all the difference.”

“How did I not know you were so mean?”

She dissolves into laughter.

I love to see her happy and laughing. She’s such a far cry from the quiet, solemn, wounded woman who first lived with me. I’m not taking any credit for that. She’s brought herself back from that darker place through lots of hard work and determination to make a new life for herself after being widowed. I’m just glad to be here to enjoy the fruits of those labors.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper, overcome with a million emotions that are all new to me since I’ve loved her.

“I am not.”

“God yes, you are. You always have been.” I love to wrap her curls around my finger. “I also watched a couple of your track meets back in the day.”

“What? You did not!”

“I did.”

“I would’vediedif I’d known Tom Hammett was watching me.”

“Then I’m glad I never let it be known. I would’ve hated for you to die before I could hold you and kiss you and love you the way I wanted to then. And still do now.” I draw her in as close to me as I can get her with my hand on her ass and kiss her neck. “You were so sexy with the way you ran like you were being chased, balls to the wall. No one could catch you.”

“That and the flute were the only things I was good at back then.”

“You were like the wind, and I was mesmerized watching you.”

With her hand on my face, she draws me into the hottest kiss we’ve shared yet, full of longing and heat that leaves me feeling singed. I end up on top of her with her arms and legs wrapped around me as I kiss her with two decades’ worth of desire and yearning for everything I have now with her. I’ve begun to wonder how I survived all this time without her in my arms.

We get carried away… Before my brain catches up to the rest of me, we’re both naked and straining against each other.

“Lex… I want you so badly. I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you.”

“It’s too soon. You shouldn’t…”

“The wanting is more dangerous for my heart than the having.”

“How do you know that?”

I take her hand and place it over the pounding organ in question. “Feel that?”

She licks her lips, and my already-hard cock gets even harder. “Yes.”

“That can’t be healthy.”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“I love you. I want to make love to you. Right now.”

“If anything happens to you…”

“It won’t. I promise.” I kiss her again and can feel the exact instant when she makes her decision. “Do we need protection?” I bought a box of condoms after cardiac rehab the other day, just in case. The absurdity of that sentence would’ve made me laugh under any other circumstances, but nothing can distract me when I’m about to make love to Lexi Nelson.

Finally.

She shakes her head. “I have an IUD. I haven’t been with anyone since Jim.”

“I know. I haven’t been with anyone since the last time I was tested. And I haven’t been with anyone since the night I found you at that bar.”

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