Page 63 of Part of Me (The Seaside Chronicles 2)

Drawing her head back, Sutton’s hazy eyes met mine. “Forgive you?”

I nodded.

“Brody, even knowing the outcome, I would give myself to you over and over again.”

A lump formed in my throat, and I tried to swallow it away.

She brought her hand up and ran her fingers through my hair as her eyes searched my face. “I’m sorry I made you marry me.”

I smiled. “You didn’t make me marry you. And I’m not sorry we got married. You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to marry.”

Sutton’s eyes filled with tears. “I really wish I wasn’t kind of drunk.”

“Now you admit you’re drunk?” I asked on a laugh.

She moved in my lap to straddle me. “I said kind of drunk. Kiss me, Brody.”

I licked my dry lips. “You’ve been drinking, Sutton. I’m not going to do this when you’re drunk.”

Her finger traced along my jawline. “I love it when you go a few days between shaves. You’re so handsome. It’s not fair.”

Pressing my forehead to hers, I let out a shaky breath. “Let me take you up to your bed, so you can get some sleep.”

She shook her head. “Kiss me like you kissed me the day we got married. At the bakery.”

My heart pounded in my chest. Sutton’s finger ran down my throat, and my entire body shivered.

“Please, Brody.”

I lost the fight to wait. The moment she’d uttered the word please, I knew I’d lost the battle.

Placing my hand behind her neck, I gently pulled her to me, sealing my mouth over hers. She pushed her fingers into my hair as she pressed down, grinding against my hard dick. We both moaned, and when she opened her mouth more, I deepened the kiss. I wasn’t sure where I began and she ended in that moment. All I knew was that it felt so goddamn right.

I ripped my mouth from hers and kissed down her neck, and she dropped her head back.

“Yes…oh God, yes,” she moaned.

When her hands went under my shirt, I knew I had to stop this. She was drunk and most likely wouldn’t even remember half of our conversation.

“We have to stop,” I whispered against the base of her throat.

“No! Don’t stop.”

I pulled back. “Sutton, we have to stop. If I’m going to be with you again, I need to know it’s because it’s truly what you want and not because you’ve been drinking.”

She blinked a few times, then finally nodded. When she attempted to crawl off of me, she slipped and damn near hit her head on the coffee table.

I jumped up. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

Picking her up, I carried her up the steps to her room. I set her down on her bed, and she closed her eyes, leaning against the headboard.

“Do you need help changing into pajamas or help in the bathroom?” I asked.

She opened her mouth to say something—then fell over onto the bed.

“Sutton?”

When she started to snore, I laughed. “Okay, then. Let’s get you under the covers.”

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