Page 7 of Double Shot
“Feels funny,” he told me.
“I came close to losing you,” I said with a sad smile.
“I’m still right here, baby…” He touched my face, and I looked up at him from beneath my lashes. His touch became slightly more insistent, and I raised my chin. He let out a sigh and murmured, “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
I smiled then; I couldn’t help it. There was nothing beautiful here, and I didn’t feel it. This was close to how I had lived in the warehouses, but with a more persistent chill, no one to laugh with, or joke with.
He brought his mouth to mine again, moving over me, laying me back into the sheets.
His body was warm over mine, his hands gentle where he cradled my face between them, grazing my cheeks lightly with his thumbs as his mouth moved against mine, so soft, so sweet, so kind and gentle. He moved down my jaw, my chin, pressing a light kiss to the hollow of my throat and I sucked in a deep breath, arching lightly. His hand trailed lightly down my side and I giggled. He chuckled against my stomach, rolling his eyes up to look at me as I watched him down the length of my body, between the valley of my breasts.
He fixed me with his wickedly dark stare, his eyes twinkling with that mischievous glint I remembered so well – the one that said he knew he was under my skin and what he was going to do next? Well, I was going to like it.
I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, my breath falling from my lips in a rushing sigh as he went down on me, his mouth warm, his tongue like velvet against my pussy.
“Oh, God,Kyle…” My voice was throaty, appreciative, and I gripped the sheets at my hips and rocked them against his mouth. His arms went around my thighs, hands holding my hips, reminding me to be still as I let him work his unexpected magic on me.
He went slow, gentle, working me up at a sedate pace out of character for him. I ran fingers through his dark hair gently, and he moved his eyes up to look at me. I watched him, my own gaze heavy lidded with love and lust as he worshipped me with his mouth.
He brought me right up to the precipice but didn’t let me go over. Instead, he stopped and climbed my body, pushing his black pajama bottoms out of his way and slipping into me with careful, measured consideration.
I gasped, my arms going around him as he started at a slow, steady pace. He wrapped his arms around me in return, holding himself up, gazing into my eyes from inches away, his expression unreadable. It was so unlike him, but everything I had thought I wanted… but now that my dreams were coming true, I realized I would give anything to have the old Lach back. For as strange as loving and being loved by a man such as Kyle Lachlan was, he was all I had left, was everything, and I was desperate not to loseeverythingagain, even this way.
* * *
The next morning,I woke alone, and I felt my fragile heart grow thinner and more fragile still. As fragile and insubstantial as a soap bubble. I stared at the ceiling and pressed a hand to my forehead, frustrated with myself for pouring my heart out to Kyle the night before only for him to be gone…
I didn’t know what I had expected, really… it’d always been this way – three steps forward, two steps back. I just wasn’t sure my heart could take any more of it.
Be careful what you wish for…I thought bitterly to myself. I mean, IhadwantedLachback.
“Sadie?”
I dropped my hand and turned my head, sitting up when I saw Kyle in the doorway to the bedroom we shared, a bowl in one hand and a steaming mug in the other.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“I brought you breakfast,” he said, and I frowned slightly and pushed myself into a better sitting position. He came over and sat down on the edge of the mattress and handed me the bowl, setting the coffee on the bedside table.
“You didn’t have to do all this,” I said gently, feeling guilty for all the unfair thoughts from a moment before.
“Yeah,” he said, tracing some of my hair back from my face. “Yeah, I did.”
The oatmeal in the bowl warmed my hands, and I stared down into it for a moment before looking back up into Kyle’s sincere dark eyes.
“I need to do better,” he said.
“So do I,” I said gently, and he huffed a laugh.
“No, no, you’ve been great,” he said, and I bit my lips together and searched his face. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to my forehead and I closed my eyes, my body losing eighty percent of the tension it held.
“I’m just nothim,” he said, and I smiled sadly.
“I don’t need you to be,” I said gently. “I need you to be you. Especially for what’s ahead. Right?”
His obsidian dark eyes roamed my face, and he took in a slow deep breath, exhaling it quickly before he asked, “I don’t know, you tell me, Shady Brooks… what’s ahead?”
“Revenge,” I said quietly.
