Page 8 of Let Me Love You
She’d placed the foil package on the kitchen table and sat waiting for him to come home. When he finally waltzed in the door after seven in the evening and noticed the condom sitting in front of Stacey, he froze. She could see the wheels turning in his mind trying to create a plausible explanation. He had actually considered lying. But what came out of his mouth had been more devastating than a simple admittance of an affair.
“She’s pregnant,” he’d said.
Stacey’s world shattered. Not only was her marriage in shambles, but her husband had given his mistress the one thing she’d been begging from him for years. A child. A family.
Randy had been matter-of-fact after that. Moving out. Filing for divorce. It happened quickly. He showed little interest in how Stacey managed to survive her broken heart.
But someone wanted her, even if for just a bit.
No one, with the exception of herself, had touched her in a long time. To now have Ren caressing her clit, her pussy—God!—she’d be undone without much more effort. She already hovered on the precipice. Coasting over the edge would be simple.
What on Earth was she doing? She was a hot mess! She couldn’t succumb to this situation no matter how desperately she wanted to. Stripping his hand from between her legs, she spun to face him and set him straight. Had to before they crossed this invisible line that would change everything.
He was so close, too close for her to think clearly. Dropping his forehead, he rested against hers. His breath hit her face in little bursts, indicative of his level of arousal.
Stacey covered her breasts. Hers weren’t the first set he’d seen. He had just spent the last half-hour implying he’d had many sexual adventures with women at college. He’d seen much perkier, much more interesting ones than hers for sure.
Oh, for Christ’s sake!This whole situation fucked with her head. The point wasn’t her breasts. He was twenty-three and her neighbors’ son! She a thirty-one-year-old divorcee. Nothing good would come of this.
Well, except for a long overdue orgasm at the hands of a hunk of a man! But nothing else.
“I’m flattered you find me attractive. Especially given the fact I’m sure you had to fight those college girls off with a stick. Look at you!” She struggled to get her breath under control, standing before him in nothing but bikini bottoms. “But I could be your mother.”
The corners of his eyes creased as he chuckled, and she winced at how ridiculous her words sounded. Older sister, maybe. But she wasn’t anywhere near old enough to be his mother.
“There’s notthatmuch difference in our age,” he said. “And if it makes you feel any better, I assure you, I promise you, I swear to God and on my life, I’ve never looked at you like you were my mother or anyone related to me. Ever. Not even close.” He grazed her cheek with his fingers, calloused fingertips rough against the softness of her cheek. “Trust me.”
She shivered from the wicked look in his eyes that suggested all the ways hedidlook at her.
“Regardless,” she said, and huffed, “we can’t do this.”
She continued her efforts to convince him, but more importantly, convince herself. She wanted to give into him, to know what it felt like to be desired and thoroughly fucked again. But this wasn’t the time or the situation.
“We live next door to each other. I’ve known you since you were thirteen. And I’m friends with your parents. I’d have to face them. They wouldn’t be happy about this, Ren. It’s not right and you know that.”
He wrenched her hands from her chest, holding them above her head and interlacing their fingers. An intimate hold. He could have pinned her by her wrists, but he chose to intertwine their fingers and the touch softened her heart, her resistance.
He inched closer until her back pressed against the fridge. She hissed at the coldness of the steel, chilling her skin but not the fire burning within. Her heart pounded so loudly surely he could hear it, too.
He dropped his gaze to her bare breasts and skimmed his tongue over his full bottom lip, dragging it between his teeth in a seductive manner. He wanted to devour her, that was obvious. He met her stare. Eyes blazed with desire, like he was a starving man and she a thick, juicy steak. She wasn’t sure she could stop him or that she even wanted to.
He was hot in that athletic kind of way. Handsome. Fit. Sexy. Charming. Everything most women loved in a man. And he stared at her with lust-filled eyes. He wantedher. Was she crazy in denying herself this? Would any woman in her right mind pass up this chance?
Pecks flexed under his tight t-shirt with the smallest adjustment of her hands above her head. She itched to touch him, run her fingers over the peaks and valleys of his muscles and body.
Delicious. Plain and simple.
He released his lip and flicked his tongue again, leaving his bottom lip plump and moist. She clamped her jaw and ground her molars together to keep from pushing up on her toes and sucking his lip into her mouth until they both couldn’t see straight.
She needed to be fucked within an inch of her life so she remembered who she was. An attractive woman who enjoyed sex and wanted to be desired. Deserved to be desired.
Whether she crossed the line with him or forbade herself the pleasure and forever wondered what it’d be like, whatever decision she made damned her.
“Your body is telling me we can.” His breath was minty like spearmint gum. His voice sounded rough and ragged, his restraint waning. Like at any moment, he might snap and take her right there against the fridge.
She understood the feeling. Her internal strife raged on. The angel and devil sitting on her shoulders bickered with each other, confusing the hell out of her.
He rolled his erection against her belly.
