Page 66 of Life To My Flight

“I’d kill for your body,” I sighed as I stuffed the remaining bite of my second donut into my mouth and swallowed it down.

Standing up, I walked to my fridge and reached for the milk, pouring myself a glass and downing it as I watched him scratch his abs absently.

“Why would you want my body? Your body is fuckin’ perfect,” he said as he eyed my legs.

I followed his gaze down to see my extra-large thighs and the pant-less state of my legs.

“Did you know there are two types of women in this world?” I asked as I kept staring at my thighs.

I needed to shave.

And squat.

Also, possibly get some lipo.

“No,” he said. “What two types are there?”

I could tell he didn’t really want to know.

He could smell the trap.

“Yeah,” I said as I lifted my shirt so he could see my thighs. “There are the types that stand with their feet together, and their thighs don’t touch. Then there are the other women. The ones where they stand with their feet together and their thighs do touch.”

I looked up once I’d said that, and I could see the hesitancy to say yes or no in his eyes.

“So you’re saying this because?” He worried.

I smiled slightly at him. “I’m that type of girl who’s always going to have her thighs touching. I don’t have any willpower when it comes to donuts. I don’t have willpower against carbonated beverages. And I certainly like bread too much. I like sitting on the couch watching re-runs of Dancing With The Stars and NCIS. I like sleeping in on my days off. I just wanted you to know what you were getting into. Ya’ know, just in case you need to get out now while you can. So I don’t invest myself in this and you leave like you did last time. I can’t do it again. If you’re planning on leaving, I need you to leave now before I become too involved. Before I start to care too much.”

He blinked at that.

I’d surprised him in being so forward.

Hell, I’d surprised myself.

However, that’d been brewing in my brain for a while now, and I needed him to know what was in my heart.

I needed him to know that if he took this any further, that I’d become attached. Become his.

I didn’t want him to rip my heart out for a second time.

I hadn’t realized just how much I’d missed him until he’d come back.

His hand snaked out and he brought it up until it was resting against the softness of my hip.

“I don’t know where this is going to lead,” he said as he licked his lips. “I’m not a mind reader. I’m not a psychic. What I do know, though, is that I want you. You kept me alive when I needed you the most. I may not have had you there in body, but you were in my soul. You’re mine, and I’m yours. Let’s just leave it at that. No labels. I’d never hurt you on purpose. I swear.”

Those last two words were said against my lips.

A soft, sweet brush of his mouth against my own.

Inadvertently, I let the tip of my tongue snake out to wet my lips, and unintentionally got both his and mine, causing him to groan.

The next few seconds were kind of a blur.

One moment I was standing up against the counter, and the next I was without panties, with my ass sitting on top of the freezing cold cabinets.

He dropped down to one knee, letting the tip of his tongue run a hot, wet line up the center of my core.

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