Page 64 of Plight
“No,” she moaned, bucking her hips, wanting more.
So I gave her more, swiping my tongue over her the material again, and again.
“Yes, yes. I mean yes!” She scampered back and out from underneath me, her chest puffing, her eyes wide and blinking. “Yes. Please stop. We can’t. I … I don’t want—”
She looked about ready to dive headfirst through my window just to escape, and it scared the ever-living shit out of me.
“Okay. Okay,” I said, interrupting her while holding my hands up in surrender. “No fucking. I promise, no fucking.”
Her body relaxed just slightly.
“But you should know that doesn’t mean I don’t want to, Danielle.”
A pained expression drifted across her face.
“And I know you want to as well. But I won’t push. I’ll never push.”
Getting up from the bed, I walked around to my side and pulled back the covers before climbing in and lying on my back with my arm outstretched, an invitation for her to rest her head upon my chest. “I’ll wait till you’re ready.”
She sighed, slid under the covers as well and cuddled into my side. “Lots, I may never be ready.”
I hugged her tightly and kissed her head. “You will, so I’ll wait.”
Lying there, with Danielle in my arms, I felt like pinching myself. She was where she belonged and I had every intention to make her see that.
Every intention.
I’d only ever waited for her — twenty-two years, in fact. Another day, month, year or two wouldn’t matter, because I’d wait forever if that was what it took.
Placing her hand on my heart, I could feel her uncertainty as if she knew my heart was hers but just didn’t know how to accept it.
It made me smile
… because I knew that one day she would figure it out.
