Page 57 of The Trust We Broke
I have no clue whether I should be making the first move, but I want him to know it’s okay to touch me however he wants to. To kiss me however he wants to.
His fingers dip beneath the waistband of my running tights and then shimmy them down over my hips. Once they are around my ankles, I hold onto his shoulders to lift one foot at a time for him to remove them.
The silence is killing me.
I want him to verbalize what he’s thinking, like he always used to. I want him to tell me how my body drives him wild. But I’m a little older, a little softer than I was back then. Maybe it isn’t as appealing to him as it used to be.
I banish that thought. If he wants me, he needs to take who I am, now. Not who I was all that time ago.
He repeats the action with my panties, until I’m left standing in just my sports bra. Unable to wait, I tug that off over my head, so I am standing utterly naked before him.
Grudge surprises me by lowering his shoulders and placing his face right up against my pussy. But he doesn’t reach out with his tongue or dip into me with his fingers.
He simply kneels there, inhaling my scent like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever smelled.
When he stands, he cups my cheeks, and then pushes my hair back off my face.
“You’re going to ruin me all over again,” he says. “I don’t think I can let you do that twice.”
I bite down on my tongue to stave off the tears. I don’t deserve his love. We moved on.
And yet…
Hearing him rule it out as a possibility is akin to getting hit by lightning.
“I know.”
He studies me for a moment longer, and then, his lips clash against mine.
A volcanic eruption starts within me. There is nothing languid or gentle. There is no sweet reunion.
Just a hard collision and explosion.
Heat and steam.
Everything we ever were, smacking up against all we’ll ever be.
And I can’t stop myself from kissing him back, even if I wanted to.
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As long as I never open the bathroom door, I can pretend that this is where we should have been all along.
Because with my hands on her face, with the tight pull across my shoulders as I bend to kiss her, I see the future we should have had.
She meets me like she always did, with flash and fire.
And it’s impossible to stop.
I lift her into my arms, and she wraps her legs around me as I push her back to the wall, making sure I slide my hand behind her head, so it doesn’t slam too hard.
“Zach,” she murmurs against my lips.
The breathy whisper I missed.
Pressing my body hard against her to hold her in place, I slide my hands beneath her ass until she’s grinding against my cock. Her tongue fights with mine.
