Page 40 of The Only Heart that Matters
His features soften, and he makes a request of his own. “Don’t move. Not yet.”
He reaches for my face and kisses me softly.
Gently.
Our one time is coming to an end, and he seems to be savoring every last moment.
Releasing my lips, he rests his forehead against mine. “Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed of having you?”
“You’ve dreamt of me?”
“Mia, you don’t have a clue what you’ve been doing to me all these years. And even if this is a one-time thing, it’s something I’ll be fantasizing about at night while I touch myself for years to come.”
A red-hot blush burns my skin. “You can’t be serious.”
He flexes inside me, still hard like he can go again. “Feels pretty serious to me.”
Kissing him, I let my hands roam freely over his naked torso, not ready to let reality take hold just yet.
“Sweetheart, you’re shivering. Let’s get you dressed, and as much as it kills me to say it, we need to get back or things are going to get real weird.”
I’m so wrapped up in him, I didn’t realize I was shaking, but he’s right. The cold is seeping in, and as much as I hate to admit it, our time must end.
Rising from his lap, I instantly miss the fullness of having him inside me. I slide to my feet and slip my shoes on as I watch him in all his naked glory. Still hard, his impressive length bounces between muscular thighs as he removes the condom. Chiseled abs ripple as he stands. When he turns and bends to scoop up his pants, I finally get a view of his ass, and oh, what a view it is.
He stands, pulling on his pants with a knowing smile. Why bother hiding my obvious ogling of him now? After what just happened, I’m not sure how to lock my attraction away again.
“Keep looking at me that way, and we’ll stay in this room all damn night.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Sure does.”
He returns to the chair and pulls my lace thong from the cushion, tucking it into his suit jacket pocket.
I don’t bother asking for my panties back. If I’m being honest, I want him to keep them. To have a souvenir of this night. Of what we just shared.
While he buttons up his shirt, I pull my coat on. Once he’s fully dressed, he turns off the heater and grabs me by the hand, guiding me to the door through the dark room.
He opens the door, but before we cross the threshold, he turns, kissing me long and hard before slipping Granny’s ring on my finger. Then he scoops me into his arms, carrying me through the snow to the barn where our family and friends are saying their goodbyes. We’re back just in time.
“There you are!” Daisy yells when she spots me. “Where the heck were you? We’re gonna get one last group shot.”
“Sorry, needed some fresh air.”
Her eyes dart back and forth between me and her brother, who may not be holding my hand anymore but is standing much closer than usual.
“With him?”
“Neither one of us had anyone to kiss at midnight, so we thought we would remove ourselves from the awkward situation and chill out somewhere else.”
Relief fills her eyes, highlighting the second reason on my list of why I can never be with Angus like a flashing neon sign. My heart drops to the pit of my stomach, guilt washing over me.
What was I thinking?
“Well, that’s just silly. You two should have stayed in here with us. You could have kissed me.” She winks then, hooking her arm through mine to tug me away from her brother before leading us to the bride and groom.
Daisy releases me and gives Callen a hug. “Congratulations, brother. You did well.”
