Page 57 of His to Seduce
He would have told me everything, when he was ready.
I wasn’t certain I could say the same.
He was a better person than I was, but as his hands wrapped around my lower back and he pulled me flush against the firmness of his chest, his heart beating against my cheek and his lips pressed against the top of my head, I wanted to do that for him.
Even if I didn’t know how.
“David,” I whispered, sliding my hands up the planes of his stomach to his chest until I clung to his shirt. “I’m sorry, too.”
His hands went to my hair, slid to the back of my neck, and he tilted my head. “Forgiven.”
He kissed me, and I melted into him. I pushed back the doubts I had, the fears still swarming inside me at a rapid rate, and I made a decision. To move forward.
To try to be the person I’d always wanted to be. One not confined by my past and my fears and my lists and the baggage I carried that could fill a 747 airline jet.
Three quick raps on my front door grabbed my attention, and I pulled back from David, the haze of his kiss and my resolve making me smile. “Hey.”
He grinned. The sexiness of it made me want to melt into a puddle at his feet. Another knock hit the door and David tipped his head in that direction. “You should get that.”
“Okay.” My hands slid down his chest and I released him. When I checked the side window at the front door, a genuine grin broke through. “Hello, Mr. Lorenz,” I said, opening the door.
My elderly neighbor peered over my shoulder and smiled. “I brought some banana bread and my cribbage board. Hoping you’d change your mind about that game.”
A bark of laughter from behind startled me, and I whipped around to see David, choking down more laughter. “I should probably leave you to it, then.”
I spoke my apologies with a look, but we both seemed to understand Mr. Lorenz only came over to check on me. I turned back to Sal and waved him in. “Of course, come on in. I’ll be just a moment while you set up the game.”
A warm hand pressed against my hip, and David’s voice vibrated against my ear, sending shivers to all the right places. “Walk me out,” he whispered and held out a hand to Sal. “David McGregor.”
“Sal Lorenz,” he replied, shaking David’s hand. “Hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.” His gaze flickered to me and back to David. “You seemed upset earlier.”
I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing. Who knew the man who had lived next to me for years would be so overprotective? “Things are good, Sal, I promise. I’ll be right back.”
As Mr. Lorenz stepped through the entryway, his gaze caught on the beer bottles left on the coffee table.
“Ah, the Weihenstephaner.” He winked at me. “Man has good taste.”
Swallowing down another laugh, I nodded and gestured for David to follow me out the door.
The door had barely shut behind us when David pushed me back against it. His lips descended slowly, his intent clear with the way his eyes locked on mine, and my breath caught.
“Did you mean it?” I asked, when his lips were almost touching mine.
“Mean what?”
“Time. Can I have time to tell you? To get to know you?”
He smiled softly, the edges of his lips tipping up into an adorable grin that made me want to erase the question I’d just asked. His hand was at my neck, his hips pressed against mine, and I felt him everywhere even though we were barely touching. “I’d like that.”
Shuffling, I looked down and cursed my awkwardness. His hand pressed against my cheek and he pulled my face up until we were eye-to-eye again. “Don’t hide from me. What is it?”
“Can we…well…can we date? Slowly?”God. How embarrassing!“I liked what we did in Jamaica, but now…I just need to back up. Move at more my speed, I guess.”
“And that’s slower?”
“Slower.”
He leaned forward again. This time, I didn’t move back. Goosebumps flared down my arms when his breath hit my ear and he whispered, “I can go slow, Camden.Wecan do that.”
