Page 69 of Stay for Me
It’s incredible kissing him. As though, if his lips were to break from mine, I might not survive it. I shove back the feelings that threaten to destroy the serenity I’m enjoying. Moving on isn’t easy, but it sure feels good. It’s new and my heart isn’t separating in two, it’s just growing to make room for this—for him.
He breaks the kiss but moves his lips down my neck and then back up to my ear. “I want you.”
“You have no idea how much I want you.”
“Take what you want, Brenna.”
I move my hands down lower, seizing the control he’s giving me. My hands grip the hem of his shirt, and I pull it up, revealing his chest.
Oh. My. Holy. Lord.
This man can’t be real. And if he is, he sure as hell can’t be attracted to me. But then I see his eyes. The way the thick black around the green is intensifying. There’s no denying that he wants me, and I’m so out of my league.
I’ve been with one man. One. My whole life.
I met Luke, lost my virginity to him. My life wasn’t about being seductive and alluring. I was lucky that I could put mascara on for my wedding. That’s how inept I was.
It was over the last thirteen years that I learned how to really be a woman.
But right now, looking into his eyes, I feel breathtaking.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he coaxes.
“That this isn’t real.”
He presses his lips to mine. “Does that feel real?”
“Yes.”
“What else?”
I’m torn on how honest to be, but at this point, I’m not sure I could stop the words. “That I won’t be . . .”
“Be what?” he asks after a few seconds of silence.
“Be what you’re expecting.”
Chapter Eighteen
Jacob
Is she out of her mind? She’s everything I want and don’t deserve. Brenna is beyond beautiful, kind, and trusting. Every ounce of me knows that I’m a fucking bastard for doing this, but I want her more than my conscience wants me to stop.
I take her face in my hands, waiting until those blue eyes lock on to mine. “I don’t know what you think I expect, but all I want is you.”
Her hands move to my chest, resting over my heart. “I’ve only been with one man. I’m... I’m not sure that I’m very good at any of this.”
I want to laugh, but I’m not stupid enough to do that. “Brenna, it’s been a really long time since I’ve been with anyone. So, if you want to talk about expectations, you have no clue what I’m worried about being with you. I worry that you think I’m some fantasy and you’re going to be disappointed when you realize I’m just a fucking man.”
She lifts on to her toes, lips just brushing against mine. “I guess it’s a good thing I prefer reality and real men.”
I grin. “Me too.”
And then I kiss her. I tilt her head, giving myself the best angle, and she melts against my chest. I move us back and then pull her down to the blanket. She breaks the kiss and smiles. “I’m glad you had a blanket.”
“I am too.”
“Did you plan this?”
