Page 158 of Stuck With You
I study her, not moving an inch except for my jaw clenching. “Did he put that thought there?” It’s a bit of a growl.
Her eyes fall from mine. “When your husband spends his days and nights sleeping with other women, you can’t help but think you are totally and completely unsatisfying.”
I lift her chin. “It won’t be one time, Sarah. It will be every night, and you will be the only one.”
She whimpers, sliding her arms around my neck. “You cannot say stuff like that.”
I smile, leaning closer.
“You big shit.” She smiles. “And that damn dimple. Stoooopppp,” she whines.
I brush her hair away from her face and run my lips over her cheek and jaw down to her neck. “You smell so fucking good.”
She sucks in a breath, her body melting into mine. “Slade, I need to take this slow. I have to be sure Miles doesn’t—”
I pull away to look at her.
She fists my shirt, yanking me back. “I have no idea what he’s going to do or say. What if. . .I have to move to New York? This could be—”
“You’re not moving to New York.” It cannot happen.
Her head lolls to the side in disbelief. “I love that you’re so confident, but history tells me not to put anything past him. I have no idea what he’ll pull if I don’t do what he wants.”
Her using the word love in reference to me has my heart squeezing tight. I run my lips over her cheek, giving her the only thing I know for sure, and it surprises the shit out of me.
“Even if that were a possibility, I’d still kiss you. I’d still want you here. Just like this.”
“I’m scared about what’s coming,” she whispers, and I hear her vulnerability.
I rest my forehead on hers. “It’s going to be ok. We can take this slow and figure it out.”
Her arms tighten around my neck, and she presses up on her toes. “Then you, sir, cannot say sexy things that make menotwant to take this slow.”
I suck her bottom lip between mine, and her body melts into me. I angle my head and kiss her like I’ve been wanting to all damn day.Her tongue swipes mine, and I grunt, taking a handful of her perfect ass.
I feel her grin, and I kiss it away, making sure she understands I’m not going anywhere.
I know she’s been hurt, and her trust isn’t earned easily. I want her to feel that she can trust me with everything, and I won’t betray it.
She pulls away, her chest moving in and out with mine. “We need to get back out there, or everyone will think we’re doing things in here.”
I nip at her neck, wanting to kick everyone out.
“We are doing things. Important things.”
She smacks my arm. “It’s a Christmas party, and this is your house.”
“Yep. So I can tell them all to go home.”
“Ok,” she pries herself out of my arms. “How red and puffy are my lips?”
She lifts her chin and runs her hands through her hair.
I loop my arm around her, snatching her back. “Come here. Not puffy enough.”
She laughs, and I hold her tightly. She rests her head against my chest. We stand like that for only a minute.
“Thank you for the cookies,” I say.
