anymore. Except for her. I’m begging for her .
Her eyes scan over my face. Suddenly, she grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls me down as she lifts on her tiptoes to kiss me. Her lips are aggressive and her tongue pushes its way into my mouth. I wrap my arms around her waist to pull her flush against me. My fingertips curl and dig into her shirt. This kiss does not belong to a conflicted girl; it belongs to a girl who is desperate to put the pieces back together and keep them that way.
Brittany starts walking toward the door, but I slide my hands to the underside of her thighs and lift until they’re wrapped around my waist. I walk us inside and kick the door closed behind us.
“Tell me what you want.” I kiss along her jaw and down her neck.
“Bedroom,” she breathes.
Even though I hate to give her an opportunity to change her mind, I ask anyway. “Sure?”
She presses her mouth to mine and nods. Within seconds, we’re in her bedroom and on her bed. I run my hands down her sides, wanting to commit to my memory the feel of her body and to remind myself that she’s here and this is happening. My heart stops when she gently pushes me away. My heartbeat seems like it’s pulsing in my head, but it slows as I realize she’s only removing her shirt. I drink in the sight of her. I could stare at her for hours, but Brittany isn’t having it. She pulls me back down to her lips and then her hands reach for my shorts.
I push them away for now. It’s been one year, two months, and a handful of days since I’ve been able to enjoy her body. Not a thing about this will be rushed. I didn’t do a good enough job before to take care of her. That’s not happening again. I place open-mouthed kisses across her chest. My girl doesn’t trust me, she doubts me, and everything I do has to be a step toward getting rid of that. That thought makes me pause. Brittany removes her bra while I wonder if I should even sleep with her yet.
Brittany grabs my face and pulls my body up until we’re face to face. “Don’t think; just act.”
She doesn’t give me a chance to nod because she kisses me again.
Don’t think. Just act.
I can do that.
Brittany lies next to me with her head on my chest and an arm thrown over my stomach. We haven’t spoken a word in quite some time. I continue running my fingers up and down her bare back and glance at her alarm clock.
“I need to go.” My voice seems too loud as it breaks the silence.
Her body tenses and I swear she stops breathing.
“Lily needs to be let out,” I explain.
“Oh. Yeah, she probably does.” She starts to pull away from me.
“You could come over. I could stop and get us something to eat on the way.” I get out of bed and start dressing while she thinks it over. Please say yes . Overall, things have been going well tonight and I don’t want to leave her alone with her thoughts.
“What are you thinking of getting for dinner?” she finally says once I’m dressed.
“What do you want?”
“Hmm, I could go for a chicken sandwich and some fries.”
I nod. “Get dressed and I’ll meet you at the house.” I lean over to kiss her softly.
“I’m not spending the night,” she tells me, holding the sheets tighter around her chest.
“Wasn’t expecting you to.”
The corners of her mouth drop, but I don’t know why she’d frown. She nods. With one last kiss to her forehead, I leave. By the time she dresses and I stop by a fast food restaurant that serves chicken sandwiches, we arrive at my house within a few minutes of each other. I’m standing on the front porch while Lily attends to her business, but as soon as Brittany pulls into the driveway, Lily runs toward her car.
Not going to lie; it stings a little that Brittany’s biggest smile tonight is because of Lily’s excitement to see her. She didn’t even smile like that after sex. I shake my head, not needing to worry about it. Brittany and Lily make their way inside. We get settled on