Page 31 of What I Should Have Felt

Chapter 13

FORD

My heart hammered in my chest as her kiss crashed against me. I didn’t hesitate in inviting it. She’d been selfish and mean to me, but she’d also had every right. Maybe we were making a little progress in repairing the damage that I’d created, and if I was honest with myself, her escalated behavior toward me probably wasn’t having the effect she wanted. She’d always been more aggressive and assertive. Which I’d loved. But now? Like damn. Stab me again, baby, ’cause it did the exact opposite of what it should.

I really should see a therapist about that… Getting bricked up when— Nope. I would keep that thought to myself.

She tore the ball cap off my head and tossed it to the floor as I dug my fingers into her hips. For the first time in fifteen years, I let go.

All the control that I clung to for dear life left through the window.

Any fear about someone seeing us together fled with it. As surely as if I’d trained my gun sights on it.

I wanted this.

The fiery taste of her tongue in my mouth and her body pressed against mine shot static up my back.

Panting, she tore away, tossing her messy hair to one side with a flick of her head, and I didn’t wait for her to lean forward again. My lips were against her mouth again, and my tongue down her throat without hesitation. My hands slipped around to her back, reveling in the feel of her body beneath my touch. She leaned into my chest, deepening the aggression that twisted around us.

Whatever this was, battled between being a hate fuck and too much time passing since we’d been intimate, but I wasn’t going to stop and argue about it. I didn’t care. Colette LeBlanc was kissing me in the back seat of her car. I wasn’t about to do anything to mess this shit up.

The constant war in my mind had gone silent.

The grief and regret that consumed my soul quieted when I traced my fingertips across the bottom hem of her T-shirt. It disappeared as she weaved her hands through my hair, rolling her hips against the growing bulge in my pants.

I moaned into her mouth as a quiet gasp released from her lips. My world was turning black. Everything except for my Cher faded into the background as she pulled away from my lips and raised her hands above her head.

With a quick tug, I slipped her shirt off. Pressing my palms against her bare waist, I took in every ounce of her exposed body to me. She had more freckles than the last time I’d seen her like this, and I wanted to trace mytongue across each one of them. I wanted to rip her bra from her body and tear away any shred of clothing separating us.

But she cut my lingering and lustful gaze short with her tongue between my teeth again. Velvet and swollen, her lips worked against my mouth, and my eyes closed as I let myself disappear into the moment.

Ego was left behind, and self-control was on a different continent as her hands slid beneath my shirt and traced up my abdomen. I gripped her hips tighter, begging for more as she rocked back and forth against my hard-on.

Fuckwas I—

A shrill, blaring ring shot through the fuzzy state of arousal.

Colette stopped grinding against me, and her eyes snapped open at the same time as mine. Her heart beat erratically against my chest as a cellphone rang again.

“That’s not me,” I said, panting.

She sat back, breathing heavily as she reached behind her. Snatching the source of the noise off the center console, her brows tightened at the sight of the screen and whoever was calling.

Without removing herself from my lap, she tapped the screen. “Azelie?” she said and clicked the speaker button.

“I need you to come get me,” Azelie replied.

“Why? I thought you guys were going to go for a run with everyone after the meeting? Is something wrong?” Colette glanced at me, her brows raised in concern.

“Are you… Are you okay?” Azelie asked in response. “You sound out of breath. I thought you were helping at the restaurant today?”

I pulled my lips between my teeth as Colette narrowed her gaze into a warning glare.

“Yes, just busy at the restaurant like you said. Tell me what’s going on,” she replied, keeping her eyes locked on mine.

I silently leaned back, letting my hands linger on her waist and not entirely looking solely at her face. The only woman I’d ever loved, slept with, or kissed was shirtless on my lap, I was going to at least take a peek.

“Kevin and Carla apparently had some family emergency, so they took off. They wouldn’t say what, and so—” Azelie began.

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