Page 105 of Someone to Watch Over Me

She grimaces. “You gotta say it like that?”

“Well… That’s the story of us, right?”

“I guess that’s where it all began.”

I shake my head as I gaze down at her lovely face. “It began decades ago with a crush for the ages that’s turned into the love of my lifetime.”

We kiss again and strain against each other, both of us wanting more, which is exactly how I always hoped it would be if we got to this moment. It had to be on her timeline, not mine, but now that we’ve arrived, I want it to be so good for her.

I kiss my way from her neck to her breasts, teasing both nipples as she drives me crazy with the sounds she makes and the way she nearly pulls the hair out of my head. I love it. I move down, making her quiver with kisses to her abdomen and inner thighs. “Relax, sweetheart. Let me love you.”

With her legs on my shoulders, I lean into her pleasure, using my tongue and fingers to bring her to orgasm twice. She’s gasping and still coming when I move up and push into her, triggering another release for her that has me summoning every ounce of control I can find to keep this dream-come-true encounter from ending too soon.

I keep a close eye on her to make sure she’s handling this first time since her husband died without any trauma. All I see is pleasure, thank goodness.

I make it last as long as I can before I give in to the need that pounds through me like an extra heartbeat.

Every second of this was worth the twenty-year wait to be with her this way. “Holy moly,” I whisper as I kiss her neck and then her lips.

Her eyes are closed, her breathing is choppy, and her cheeks are flushed. “Mmm.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m very okay.”

That’s such a relief to hear.

Her eyes open as if she’s suddenly realized she needs to be worried about me, too. “What about you?”

“Never been better in my entire life.”

Lexi

So that happened.I had sex with Tom Hammett, and it was incredible. I want to raise a toast to teenage Lexi, who picked him out of the crowd in high school and never forgot the heady feelings he inspired in her. She knew what she was doing when she set her heart on him, and she’d be freaking out to know she’d get to have sex—and lots of other things—with him in the future.

I can’t ever regret the time I spent with Jim. I’m beginning to see, however, that I may have a whole other, longer life with Tom. A few years ago, I wouldn’t have wanted that with someone else. But here I am, naked in the arms of another man I love and can see a future with.

“Well,” he says, “now I can die happy.”

My entire body recoils from that statement, even though I just made my own joke about dying over him as a teenager. It hits much differently coming from someone who just had a near-miss.

“Oh shit, Lexi. That was a very bad joke. I take it back.”

I pull away from him and get out of bed, go into the bathroom and slam the door. I’ve gone from bliss to fury so fast, I’m shaking with it.

He knocks on the door. “Lex, honey, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think.”

No, you didn’t. And that was the very last thing you should’ve said to me, of all people.

“Please come out and talk to me. Please?”

I put on a robe that belongs to him. It’s huge on me, but I don’t care as I throw open the door and make no attempt to hide my outrage.

“I’m sorry, love. I shouldn’t have said that. I was in the moment—and it’s the truth. Being with you that way made my whole life.”

“I’m happy for you.” I storm past him, gather my clothes and head for the door.

He’s right behind me, gently grasping my arm. “Please don’t go. I’m very sorry. I was in the moment and didn’t think before I spoke. That was the worst possible thing I ever could’ve said.”

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