Page 98 of His to Seduce
“Yeah, man. Thanks for all this. Suzanne can’t wait to get home and start putting it all away.”
Lindsay had gone a bit ballistic when she was pregnant, too. I was still in school, too young to understand, but I knew bridezillas had nothing on an expectant, nesting mom.
“Good luck.” I slapped him on the shoulder. “And congratulations, again.”
He accepted my thanks and met Suzanne at her car. He opened the door and waited while she slid into the seat, her belly hitting the steering wheel. But that smile he shot her, the way he laughed with her as she probably moaned about the size of her belly, then reached out and tenderly rubbed her swollen midsection…
Damn, I wanted that.
I hung back longer than I should have, pretending to wait for Tyson and Blue to leave, but really I was stalling. Waiting for a moment alone, when she walked into the kitchen.
By herself.
I stopped in the entryway, not to give her space, but to appreciate the most spectacular view of her ass, curved and tight in those leggings, her sweater riding up a bit as she bent over, putting away leftover food in the fridge.
She closed the door and turned, jumping back when she saw me.
I raised my eyes to meet hers, but it was clear where I’d been looking.
“Hey,” she said. She cleared her throat and wiped her hand down her side. “Hi, David.”
I crossed my arms over my chest for no other reason than that I had to hold onto something, and it couldn’t be her. “How are you?”
Her tongue swiped across her bottom lip, making it glisten.
My dick pressed against the zipper of my jeans like I was a sex addict.
“Okay.” She blinked harshly and nibbled on her cheek. I thought it was going to be all she said and the whisper of defeat, of loss, slithered into my skin.
“Okay.” I stepped back. Maybe she needed more time. Or maybe by not fighting hard enough, I’d pushed her away.
I went to turn when she said my name, broken and hoarse like it pained her to call for me.
I stopped and looked at her over my shoulder. Waited. One breath. Then two.
It felt endless. Her fingers, long and slim, their nails tipped with a deep red color, tapped mindlessly against her legs. The tips of her fingers brushed down her leggings, right along the length where I knew her scar was. A silent song played while she took a step forward. Toward me.Yes. Please. Closer.
“I was twelve and he was my mom’s boyfriend.”
“Where’s your sense of adventure?”
“I lost it when I was twelve.
“How’d you get your scar?”
“Accident when I was twelve.”
I had already figured that out, but the fury slammed into my chest again. “I want to kill him.”
“Hard to do,” she said, almost a smile tugging her lips, “when he’s in prison for another twenty years.” She blinked again, looking over my shoulder. “I wasn’t the first.”
“You fought.” Because she was a fighter. A hider, a runner, a list-maker, and a friend, but most of all, a fighter.
“I survived,” she said.
I deduced the rest. “But you stopped living.”
Fingertips tapped on the marble counter and a smile finally stretched her lips. It was sad but there, and I’d take it. Remember it forever. That one smile, the opening she was giving me now. It was everything I needed. I closed the space, walked around the counter and couldn’t even remember moving but I was in front of her, close enough to touch. I didn’t.
