Page 82 of Someone to Watch Over Me

I get in bed and turn to face her. “You’re too far away over there.”

“You need your rest.”

“I need you more.”

She scoots closer, but not close enough.

I reach for her, and she moves into my embrace.

“Good?”

“Much better. If you kissed me, it would be better still.”

“You’re supposed to be resting and convalescing.”

“Nowhere in the instructions does it say that kissing is forbidden.”

“It says sexual activity is forbidden. Kissing is sexual activity.”

“Say ‘sexual activity’ one more time.”

“Stop!”

“Make me. There’s only one way to shut me up, and you have the power.”

“I suppose I have to do what must be done if there’s any prayer of getting some sleep tonight.”

“That’s the spirit.”

She’s smiling when she raises herself on an elbow and presses her lips to mine. “There. Now shut up and go to sleep.”

Before she can get away, I hook an arm around her neck and turn us so I’m on top of her, gazing down at her lovely face. “Not so fast, love.” I skim my lips gently over hers, mindful that I’m the first man she’s been with this way since she lost her husband. I want to make sure she’s comfortable with what’s happening.

I take it nice and slow until her arms come around my neck and her mouth opens to my tongue. Then it’s gameon.

Kissing her is like coming home to the place I was always meant to end up. I can’t help the feeling of fate or kismet or whatever you want to call it that put us in the same place at the same time that night we first connected, years after we nursed fierce but secret crushes on each other.

Maybe it was her beloved Jim who steered her my way, knowing I would treasure her the way he did. Whatever it was that brought us to this moment, I’m deeply thankful for it.

“Tom.”

“Hmm.” I kiss her neck and gently nibble on the tendon at the base of her neck.

She gasps as her legs curl around my hips. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“I’m fine. I swear to God. I’m fine, and I’m going tobefine. Nothing has ever been better than being with you this way, Lex.”

I can tell she’s torn between wanting the same thing I do and making sure I’m not doing too much too soon. I’m going to follow the doctors’ orders. There’ll be no sex until at least the fourteen-day mark. But there’s plenty we can do in the meantime.

Her hands are on my back, under my T-shirt, making me shiver with desire. “I promise I won’t overexert myself, okay?”

“Okay.”

I push up her T-shirt to reveal full breasts with dark pink nipples.

Sitting back on my heels, I pull my shirt over my head and then help her out of hers. “God, that feels so good.” The feel of her breasts against my chest is like heaven, especially with my hard cock pressed against the heat between her legs.

This has got to be what heaven would feel like, I decide, as I run my tongue over her left nipple before tugging it into my mouth.

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