Page 103 of Keep My Heart
‘I don’t think I can wait that long.’ She smiles, running her hand down my chest.
I sit up. ‘Are you saying you want to .?.?. without anything?’
She turns on her side, facing me. ‘I’m okay with it if you are. I’m on the pill and I haven’t been with Chris for over a year.’
A year? Damn, that’s a long time. She said their marriage had been bad for a while, but I assumed they were still having sex.
‘Nick?’ she says, waiting for me to say something. ‘If you don’t want to do this, we can—’
‘I do,’ I say. ‘Believe me, I want to do this more than anything.’
‘So what are you waiting for?’ She lays down on her back, giving me a smile, her gaze lowering to my body.
Holy shit, this is really happening. I didn’t expect this. I thought we’d just come out here and talk, maybe kiss, but that’s it. Did I want to have sex with her? Fuck yeah, but I wasn’t going to even try. She just got divorced. I thought she’d want to wait, give herself time, take things slow. I would’ve given her all the time she needed, but if she’s telling me she’s ready now, I’m not going to question it.
Within seconds, my clothes are tossed aside and I’m joiningher under the blanket, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin against mine. I kiss her mouth, her cheek, then talk in her ear. ‘You’re absolutely gorgeous.’
‘You’re not so bad yourself,’ she whispers, her hand running up my back. I love her soft touch, the feel of her hand moving over my skin. Everything feels so perfect that I don’t want to rush it, but there’s a part of me that isn’t that patient.
My cock settles between her legs, waiting for what it’s been wanting for 15 years. I nudge it inside her, just barely, as I kiss her. She’s so wet I could slide right in, but I take my time, excruciating as it is, and slide in a little more. I hear her moan. Shit, that’s hot. So much for going slow. I push deep inside her, then pull out and thrust back in.
Her hips start moving, following my rhythm, keeping my pace, which is faster than I wanted but I can’t stop now. It’s too damn good. The way she feels, the way we fit, and she’s so damn tight. I’m pumping in and out of her, loving how she moves with me, how in sync we are. I always imagined us being good together but not this good. I try to slow down, not wanting this to be over, but I can’t hold back. It’s too late.
Lyndsay grabs hold of me and cries out my name, even louder than before. Her body relaxes and her head falls back as she catches her breath. I keep going, thrusting harder and faster as I feel it rising, the tension building.
‘Fuck,’ I groan as the feeling rockets through me, more intense than it’s ever been. I pull out of her and collapse back on the ground.
Lyndsay rolls on her side, resting her head on my shoulder, her arm on my chest, her leg over mine. ‘That was incredible.’
‘Yeah.’ I blow out a breath. ‘I need a minute to recover after that.’
‘Did I wear you out?’ she asks with a laugh.
‘Not at all. It’s just never felt that good.’
She lifts up to kiss me. ‘Don’t take this the wrong way, but I never imagined you being that good.’
‘Why is that?’
‘You know what people say about the smart, studious type. That you’re all shy and reserved and .?.?.’ She lays her head back on my shoulder. ‘Never mind. I shouldn’t even be bringing that up. It’s obviously not true. Not even close.’
‘Is that why you never considered dating me? Because you didn’t think I’d be good at that?’
‘No. It’s because I didn’t think I was .?.?.’ She pauses. ‘It’s stupid. I don’t want to talk about it.’
‘Lyndsay, look at me.’ I wait for her to lift her face back to mine. ‘Tell me the truth. Why did you pick a guy like Chris over someone like me? You know I would’ve done anything to make you happy. I would’ve supported you, cared for you, been there for you no matter what.’
‘I know you would’ve.’ She looks down. ‘I just didn’t think I deserved someone like you back then.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I wasn’t smart like you. I didn’t see myself going anywhere. You were going to college and law school and going to have this exciting career and make a lot of money. I couldn’t see myself with someone like you. I didn’t think I was good enough.’
‘Are you kidding? Lyndsay, I thought you weretoogood for me.’ I sit up, so she does the same, lifting the blanket up and wrapping it around her. ‘Listen to me.’ I take her hand. ‘I never once thought you weren’t good enough. To me, you were perfect, the girl I always wanted but never thought I could have. You were sweet and beautiful and someone I admired.’
‘You admired me?’ she asks, sounding shocked. ‘Why?’
‘Because you still had a smile on your face after everythingyou’d been through. Your dad dying. Your mom struggling to pay the bills. You somehow managed to see the positive in every situation, and in people, even people like Chris. If anything, that’s the one thing that frustrated me about you. Your willingness to forgive Chris for how he treated you.’ I rub her hand. ‘I hope now that you’re older, you realize that you deserve so much better than him. I’m not even sure I’m good enough.’ I smile. ‘But I’ll do my best to try.’
