Page 8 of Not Quite Perfect

I loved how responsive she was to my touch. How vocal she was about her desires. “You have me.”

“David … now.”

I reached over and pulled a condom out of the drawer of my nightstand. Sitting back on my haunches, I tore the foil packet open and rolled it down my erection. I guided myself to her entrance, but then paused. Suddenly, I felt the need to tell Victoria that this was more than a one-night stand for me. That come morning, I didn’t want to say goodbye. I knew we’d have to—for now—but I desperately wanted to see where this thing between us might lead. “I want to see you again.”

She wrapped her legs around my waist and locked her ankles. “Me too,” she said, attempting to tug me forward. “But right now I need you to finish what you started.”

I chuckled lightly, enjoying her eagerness, and entered into her in one fluid thrust, joining my body to hers. When I bottomed out, I held still, basking in our connection, until Victoria’s hips rolled beneath me and she let out a long, satisfied moan. I knew it was crazy, but with her sigh ringing in my ears, I was reminded of an Oscar Wilde quote: “You don’t love someone for their looks or their clothes, but because they sing a song only you can hear.” In that moment, it seemed like Victoria’s sighs were meant solely for me, that they were the song of my heart.

“David.” She tunneled her fingers into my hair to cup the back of my head and pulled me closer. Our lips met and our tongues curled around one another in a long, drugging kiss. She arched into me, tipping her hips forward, welcoming me again and again into her wet, warm heat. I increased the tempo, and she whimpered and lifted her hips from the mattress to meet me thrust for thrust.

“I’m coming, David. Oh, god. Oh—” Victoria flung her head back, her neck stretching taut. She gasped, and her eyes screwed shut.

“That’s it, baby.” I lowered my hand between us and rubbed my thumb over her clit in tight, insistent circles. “Give it to me. Come all over my cock.”

She bit her lip, her face turned red, and then I felt it, the convulsing that signaled her orgasm. Her breath left her lungs in quick, shallow pants, and then she let out a keening cry as shuddering spasms rocked her body.

I moved hard against her, chasing my own climax, and when she opened her eyes and smiled up at me, I fell.

Hard.

Abandoning myself to the pleasure, I thrust into her one final time. With her name on my lips, I exploded into the condom with a roar. My vision blurred, and my heart clanged in my ears.

Spent, I hugged Victoria to me. I wasn’t a romantic soul—I had the nasty divorce to prove it—but with our bodies still joined, my mind raced with a bevy of romantic thoughts. I’d never believed in love at first sight, but as I placed a kiss to her forehead and she nuzzled into me, I was forced to rethink my stance on the subject.

Not that I was in love with her—that was preposterous—but I knew I could be … if I let myself.

After Stacia, I’d told myself that I was done with relationships. That falling in love only led to heartbreak and disappointment. But now, laying in my bed with this beguiling woman in my arms, I told myself something new.

I told myself I was willing to take that chance.

Five

Victoria

“I’ll callyou Wednesday to make plans for next weekend.” David held my hand, his thumb brushing absentmindedly back and forth over my knuckles as we said our goodbyes.

“I have a late meeting that night. Ishouldbe home by eight, but to be safe, let’s make it closer to nine.”

He nodded once and his eyes dropped to my lips. “I want to kiss you so bad right now.”

“I know. Me too.” My gaze darted to the front of the inn to make sure none of my brothers—or worse, my mom—were there. When I saw the proverbial coast was clear (as opposed to theliteralcoast, located a few hundred feet beyond), I leaned forward and planted my lips to his.

David groaned when I pulled away much too soon. “Okay, you should go now. A man can only control himself for so long when there’s a beautiful woman in his car.” As if realizing what he’d said, he groaned a second time and palmed his forehead, shaking his head back and forth. “That came out all wrong. You know what I mean.”

I chuckled and squeezed his knee. “I know what you mean.”

I turned and gripped the handle to leave, but let my eyes drink him in one last time. If I didn’t climb out of his car right this minute, I was liable to invent some excuse for why I couldn’t go to my mom’s wedding, choosing to hole up at his house for the remainder of the weekend instead.

He’d already said he’d skip his dad’s wedding if I did. The way we both saw it, today wasn’t their first time walking down the aisle, nor would it likely be the last. We’d joked that we could catch them the next time around, all the while knowing we wouldn’t play hooky—no matter how badly we may have wanted to.

“I’m going now,” I said, sliding out of the car and waving as David pulled away from the curb. I tried not to stare after him as he disappeared around the corner.

“Well, well, well.” My brother Alex sidled up next to me, his hands shoved deep into the front pockets of his jeans. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me in tight against his solid chest. Of the four of us, Alex was the tallest, and the sibling built most like our dad. Sometimes it was hard for me to reconcile the man he’d grown into with the boy I remembered. He was a big, hulking beast of a man who more often than not wore a scowl across his face.

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