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My eyes widened. Even better. We would leave today and never come back. I stared the bedroom door. “Perfect. Hurry.”
We said our goodbyes and hung up. Now I had to tell Joel my truth. I opened the door, but the bed made the room seem so… intimate.
I tensed and waved for him to join me instead. When he did, I closed the door to not see where we’d been together, then I gazed into his eyes. “Joel, I just wanted to be honest.”
He put his hands in his pockets. “About what?”
I squared my shoulders. It wasn’t supposed to be hard when I was honest, but tension rushed through me anyhow. I took a breath then said, “I’m not ready for a relationship. Love was never something I thought might happen, and I can’t offer you more than what we are, right now.”
He nodded. “I can wait till you’re ready.”
My eyes widened.He's okay?
Then his lips met mine. Passion and desire was fueled with something deep in my soul. For a second, I didn’t dare touch him, but his kiss set off an ache inside me. I cupped his face and hugged him tightly.
I wanted him, but everything I felt beyond the physical needed to be bottled up and tossed.
I reached for his bathrobe and unfastened it. Then I did the same with mine. He lowered his kiss then suckled on my nipples. I arched and let him. He took his time, like he was proving himself.
Heat rushed through me. As he lowered himself even more, my heart whispered that this wasn’t just sex. I went down to the floor to let him touch me.
His lips and tongue pressed into my center, and I lost the ability to think, feel, or breathe. I was in a bubble of surrender. I came back to my body and reached for his cock—I needed to pleasure him too, but he continued with his worship of my vagina.
I was his, and we both knew it.
ChapterThirty
Joel
Kendal seemed tired and weak from making love. I rolled to her side and wanted to hold her.
The floor wasn’t the best place. I wasn’t sure she would want to cuddle, but I offered my hand. “Let’s rest a few minutes, off the floor.”
“Okay,” she said as she took it.
She trusted me. It was in the air even if she didn’t realize it. We walked the few feet, and I helped her into bed. She hadn’t held back earlier, despite my announcement. My feelings hadn’t changed, and I had the strength to wait.
I slipped in beside her and told her my plan. “I’m going to hold you a few minutes.”
“I’d like that,” she whispered, cuddling into me.
She might not realize it yet, but she was going to be mine. I always ended up getting exactly what I wanted, and now, she was it.
ChapterThirty-One
Kendal
The shower woke me up. As I came out of the shower, my phone vibrated. I picked it up as I dried myself with the towel, and my blood ran cold. My mother had typed one word.Run.
My heart raced, pounding against my ribs. She would never say that unless she knew I was in danger. That meantshewas in danger. I threw on my clothes as I called out, “Joel, we have to go. My mom is in trouble.”
I had my shoes on when he came in, fully dressed, and said, “Let’s call the bodyguard and the police.”
I nodded. I grabbed the keys and headed to the door. He walked with me, and once he finished his text and call, we were outside. He took my hand and the keys. I let him as I said, “I should have gone to her yesterday and forced her out of town.”
He opened my door for me. “She texted you, and we’re on our way.”
He took the wheel, and I gave him the address for the GPS. But I wasn’t breathing right. I’d failed my mom. I failed at family again.
