Page 66 of One Last Time
She shakes her head, but that isn’t going to fly tonight. Nothing will happen unless I hear the words. I’m fighting every impulse to lay her on the table and make her lose her mind. I want to make her feel good, worshipped. My muscles are aching from restraining myself from doing just that, but Kristin has to lead how far thisgoes.
“I can’t hear you,” Iurge.
“No,” she finallysays.
“What do youwant?”
There’s no mistaking her hesitancy. She wants to say it but doesn’t know how. I have to push her without breaking her. I’m not sure what the right move is to do that, so I move my mouth back tohers.
Her legs wrap around me, pulling me flush against her. My cock strains against my pants as she digs her heels into my ass. She breaks the kiss and runs her tongue against my ear. “That’s more like it,” sherasps.
“Fuck,” I groan as she repeats the motion against my otherear.
I’m teetering on losing my restraint and taking over. Instead of fucking this whole thing up with her, I have to stop thisnow.
I start to pull back, but she clutches metighter.
“Kristin,” I say as I pull her wrists down. I take a few steps back, giving us a little space to breathe. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What am I thinking? She got divorced today, and I’m here dry humping her on her goddamn table. “Ineed. . .”
“What did I do wrong?” she asks with pain in hervoice.
“What?” I ask, moving back towardher.
“You . . . you stopped. I-I’m . . . I don’t know what I did. I’msorry.”
Jesus Christ. She thinks I stopped because she did something wrong? “You didn’t doanythingwrong, Kristin. I was wrong to do this to you today.” I move my fingers against her slightly swollenlips.
She takes my hand in hers, dropping it to her legs. “Do this tome?”
“You got divorced today, and I’m an asshole for touchingyou.”
Kristin lets out a mix between a snort and a giggle. I don’t know what the fuck it is, but it’s cute as hell. “You think you’re an asshole? First of all, I attacked you in my kitchen. Even if we take that out of the equation, you are the absolute last person I would call an asshole today. You want to knowsomething?”
I want to know all her somethings. “What?”
“You helped me today without even being there. Scott, my ex,” she clarifies without needing to, “he tried to make me feel . . . well, like he’d normally make me feel, but you stopped it. What you said to me the other day, it meant more than you’ll everknow.”
Kristin’s eyes fill with tears, and my chest starts to ache. “Don’t cry,” I beg. A crying woman is my freaking kryptonite. Do you hug them? Tell them it’s okay? I’ve made that mistake before, told my girlfriend it would be all right before an explosion of how not all right it ishappened.
She wipes her cheeks and sniffles. “I’m telling you that you’re not an asshole,Noah.”
“You don’t really know me yet.” I try to lighten the mood with ajoke.
“Idiot.” Shelaughs.
“I am that.” I smile and remove the tear that’s about tofall.
It’s in my DNA to fix things. I’m a man; it’s what I do. If there’s a problem, then the solution is somewhere, and I’ll find it. Kristin crying because I stopped kissing her isn’t one I’ve encounteredbefore.
I also don’t think kissing her to make it stop is the rightchoice.
Do I standhere?
“I . . . I liked kissingyou.”
Maybe she does want me to kiss her. “Kris, I’m more than happy to kiss you,” I say pushing her brown hair back. “I’ll kiss you all night if it means you won’tcry.”
Her eyes lift to the ceiling and she grumbles. “Great. Now I’m guilting you into making out withme.”
