Page 98 of The Single Dads Club
I offer her a sympathetic smile. “Damn. That does suck.”
“Sarah Jo still makes fun of me for it at least once a week.”
I chuckle and shake my head at her. “My friends in New York would do the same thing.”
She opens her mouth, and for a second I think maybe she’s going to ask me about my friends, about my life in New York, but then her mouth closes and some unreadable expression flickers in her eyes.
The moment passes and her smile fades. “Truth, Lexington ... Did you love me?”
I swallow hard, my throat bobbing with emotion. “Of course I did.” When she doesn’t respond, but her gaze drops to my lips for the briefest moment, I blurt, “I dare you to kiss me.”
Her gaze jumps up to meet mine. “What?”
“You heard me.” I scoot a little closer. If she refuses, I promise I’ll drop it, stop pushing her, but I can feel it. There’s still something between us, no matter how hard she tries to deny it.
For a second, I’m certain she’s going to say no. But then, with an expression like she’s bungee jumping for the first time, she leans in and touches her lips to mine.
It’s soft. Barely a kiss at all.
But she doesn’t withdraw after a second like I expect. She just ... lingers, but I don’t dare advance—not yet. Everything in me clamors for more, and when she shifts closer, I finally give in and open to her.
And another miracle happens. Her lips part too.
I eagerly take the invitation to touch my tongue against hers. She lets out the smallest, softest sigh, and if it would have been possible to stop before, I sure as hell can’t now.
Fuck.
Every horny teenage fantasy I ever had about Corrigan rushes to the surface. My arms tighten, pulling her closer toward me. The feel of her soft breasts pressing against my chest drives me insane. I nibble her lip, and she nips back a little harder, and suddenly we’re devouring each other, the kiss devolving all at once into a hot, messy feast of lips and tongue. My body reacts accordingly, growing hot and hard.
Her feel, her taste, her smell, her sounds of pleasure and desire, it all brings decade-old memories and emotions rushing back with the force of a late-summer hurricane. But at the same time, everything is an intoxicating surprise. She’s changed, grown up into a woman, and I’m eager for the experience of learning everything about her all over again.
My hands roam, eager to linger over every detail both familiar and new, every curve, every inch of creamy skin. I run the pad of my thumb down the column of her neck, stopping until I can cup the weight of one breast in my hand. She rewards me with a soft but rough noise that jolts straight down my spine and into my dick.
Okay, slow the fuck down, Lex.
I pull back, breaking our connection, and Corrigan makes a small confused noise. Her eyes flutter open, and everything I see reflected in them makes my heart throb.
Desire. Hunger. Certainty.
She wants this as much as I do.
But it's not justa beautiful woman I'm seeing before me. I'm seeing her, the true her she hides from the world. I'm seeing the possibility for something real developing between us, something even bigger than what we shared before.
My mouth moves to her neck, where I leave open-mouthed, sucking kisses.
Corrigan squirms. “Lex ...”
Lex, not Lexington.
“Too fast?” I murmur, praying she’ll tell me it’s not, that she wants to keep going.
When she breathes out the wordno, I almost die of happiness on the spot. It’s rare for me to have a kid-free evening, and to spend it with Corrigan—doingthis, of all things—is a dream come true.
She touches my chest, her fingers flexing into the material of my T-shirt. I haul it off over my head. Her tank top comes off next, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from groaning.
Her breasts are high and full, nearly spilling over the cups of her delicate lace bra. She’s gorgeous. And I still can’t believe she’s letting me touch her.
“Shit,” I murmur, filling my hands with her breasts. “God, look at you ...”
