Page 32 of Walk of Shame
My heart skips a beat at the whispered words. “For what?”
“For being so wonderful.” She presses into me, her legs entwine with mine. “For making this trip better than I could ever have imagined.” She drops her head to my shoulder. “For making me remember.”
I hold her tighter, and it’s like she’s seeping inside me, filling up places I hadn’t realized were empty. “And what did you remember?”
She’s silent for so long I don’t think she’s going to answer me before she speaks. “Who I am. What I’m worth.”
“All I did was treat you exactly as the woman I see deserves to be treated.” I run a hand up her spine, over her shoulders to curve around her jaw and lift her face to mine. “But you’re welcome.”
Her attention drifts to my mouth and she takes a small, quick breath. “I want you.”
“I want you too.” I brush my thumb over the line of her jaw. “You have no idea how much.”
“Yes, I do.” She rises to her tiptoes and plasters herself against me. “I’m ready.”
Then she pulls my head down, kisses me.
And I’m fucking lost.
