Page 48 of Second Chance at Love (Chance At Love Duet 1)

His look softened and he got up off the seat. I was surprised when he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the forehead.

“You are right,” he mumbled against my hair. “I don’t want another man calling you in the middle of the night.”

Surprised, I looked up into his eyes. “Why?”

“I’m jealous. But let’s not spoil the night,” he answered instead. I leaned my head on his chest but I can’t help but to feel uneasy. He didn’t seem the type to be jealous, more like take whatever he wants type, and everyone else is envious of him.

“We are landing in five minutes,” the pilot announced through the speakerphone at that moment.

When we landed, the limo was waiting for us at Dulles airport. Once we were in the limo, Kristoff sat next to me and put his arm around me again. I really enjoyed his body next to mine. So I leaned my head against his chest, loving his smell. Strangely enough I did not regret caving into my desires or his. As the limo started down the highway, I felt my eyelids grow heavy and sleep overtook me.

I sat up abruptly, trying to get a sense of time and where we were.

“Hey,” Kristoff spoke softly and pulled me back to him. “It’s ok. Are you alright? It seemed like you were having a bad dream.”

“Yes, fine,” My voice sounded a bit raspy. “What time is it?”

“Two in the morning,” he answered. I covered my yawn with my hand. “Gemma, are you alright?”

“Yes... yes, just silly dreams. Aren’t you tired?” I mumbled, changing the subject. Now was not the time to talk about that nightmare.

He looked refreshed, like he had ten hours of sleep behind him. He must have been doing some work on his phone.

“I don’t sleep much,” he answered.

I stifled a yawn. “Not me. I get cranky and mean if I don’t get at least eight hours of sleep.”

He smiled and added, “That’s good to know.”

I looked out the window and recognized where we were. Another block, we’d turn left and go down a few roads into my neighborhood

In another five minutes, the limo stopped in front of my house, my yard stretching around it. We exited into the chilly air, and he walked me to my door. Unsure of what I should do, I felt uncomfortable.

Should I invite him in? Kiss him goodnight? Say I enjoyed the sex… or not mention the sex at all? Damn it, I feel like I just had my first date and had sex on my first date.

He took me by my waist and had me face him. “Gemma, I know this evening didn’t go as expected.” He was playing with my hair, his guarded gaze on me. “Any regrets?”

I knew what he was asking… if I regretted sleeping with him. Did I? It was the best sex I ever had. Even now, thinking about his touch on my skin, made me all hot and bothered. It was hard to regret something so intense. Damn it, my body wanted more… more of him… all of him! But my sensibility kicked in. The reason lingering on the edge of my mind. It would hurt like hell.

Till tonight, I didn’t realize Kristoff had his own past demons. I guess we both had our own crosses to bear. I looked up into those gorgeous eyes of his, stood up on my toes, and laid a fleeting kiss onto his lips.

“No regrets,” I whispered against his lips. I went for the clip of the necklace to give it back to him. “Kristoff, I really want to…”

I didn’t get to finish. He covered my hands with his and stilled them. “Please don’t. Keep the jewelry. Do it for me.” There was longing on his face and he leaned in for a soft kiss.

I kissed him back. “It is too much, Kristoff. That is not a normal kind of gift.”

“It will make me happy knowing you have it, Gemma. Please keep it,” he asked softly. “No jewels compare to you and your heart.”

“But…” He didn’t let me finish.

“For me,” he whispered against my lips.

Okay,” I murmured gently. “Good night.”

“Good night, Gemma. Don’t come in tomorrow till after twelve so you can get enough sleep. I don’t want you to be cranky.” He kissed me one more time, on the cheek.

I walked into my house, looked back through my glass door, and he did the same as he entered the limo, our gazes locking. He smiled, and I gave him a small wave.

As I looked at his limo leaving my driveway, my thoughts were haunting me.

I can’t let my heart get invested into you, Kristoff. That will break me. I’m already half-broken.

With haunting thoughts lingering in the back of my mind, I went upstairs and checked on each one of my girls. They were all sound asleep and I gave each a good night kiss before going to bed, as promised.

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