Coming Home (Only Time Will Tell #1) by Caroline Spencer Read Free Book Online Page B

hand is starting to numb, but I don't let it affect me. I start chasing after him because he's decided not to play fair and has run into the living area. I'm thinking he thinks I won't want to get a mess everywhere, he seems to forget, I don't really give a shit. Mess can be cleaned up, winning a war has to happen, right now. Just for these next few minutes, I’m going to take the weight of the world and leave it in the kitchen, just for a few minutes.
    It's a pathetic game of cat and mouse around the coffee table before he runs laps around the apartment, grabbing ice cream from the tub as he passes and then starts trying to get me with it-which is completely unfair.
    It keeps us occupied for a couple more minutes until I'm left with sticky hands and melted ice cream all over the floor.
    I really can’t wait to get the marigolds out, and get on my hands and knees over this.
    We’re both in fits of laughter, breathing heavily. “I still need to get you back.” I warn, wiping my hands down the back of his expensive shirt while he has his back to me grabbing his jacket.
    He looks over his shoulder at me and the mess on his back. “Do you know how much this shirt cost?”
    “Do you know how much this shirt cost?” I mock, “Jesus you sound like your Mother.”
    “If it was my Mom I would have had the receipt out by now proving it to you,” he laughs.
    I roll my eyes. “That's true. Did you actually come around here for something tonight?” I never did ask, I just fed him.
    He steps closer, smiling sweetly and laughing softly, with one side of his mouth tipped up. His eyes search my face. I've seen that twinkle in his eyes before, and I remember how it always ended. “C.J.?” he whispers.
    Shit, there go the panties... knickers... underwear.
    He places his finger under my chin and slowly lifts my face to look at him, and into those God damn eyes, luckily, he places a hand on the small of my back before my knees give out. I've been in this situation, what feels like a million times, but no matter how many times he has done this or will do this, I can't stop reacting this way; like an inferno has just broken out in my bloodstream.
    He places a soft and gentle kiss on my lips and I revert back into the stupid seventeen year old I once was. The same feelings of heat, goosebumps and shivers simultaneously taking over my body.
    His tongue runs slowly over my bottom lip, seeking access like he always did. My eyes close and I'm done. I'm gone. An actual fire could break out and I wouldn't care.
    My lips part slowly. It feels slightly surreal, like if I open my eyes, he won’t be there and I will be just kissing fresh air.
    I never thought I'd find myself in this situation again. I never thought I'd be so willing to go back into the place that nearly killed me, and I never thought I'd forgive him.
    I think I'm just happy for the time being, living in the world that I once had.
    His lips start to massage mine into a steady, even rhythm. His tongue slips into my mouth, the taste of him, sending a cold, electrifying shock from the nape of my neck right down the tips of my toes. I clutch onto the lapels of his jacket, reminding myself that he really is here.
    His kiss becomes more eager, more forceful. His hand slips to the back of my head, holding me in place, not that I planned on moving.
    He pulls our bodies closer together, connecting us, both of us molding into each other perfectly. He moans deep in his throat and I briefly smile against his lips, loving that I can still cause that noise. But it's that moan that snaps me out of it. It takes me back to the last time I heard it, it drags me through all my old memories, pain and tears.
    I can feel my heart constricting in my chest and the onset of tears brimming in my eyes.
    Pulling away from his kiss, as happy as it first made me, I can't do it now.
    I can't look at him. I don't want him to see that I'm ready to cry, because the moment he asks, I'll break down screaming and