The yearning was too much. Maybe the sickness made me weak. Maybe I’d just been weak all along.
“I’m sorry.” I licked my lips. “For what I said.”
“I’m sorry for yelling at you.” She stared up at me, her head resting in my lap, my hands touching her.
Tense silence descended.
And so did my head.
Lower, lower, until I captured her lips in a punishing kiss. She wrapped her arms back around my head as I deepened the kiss.
She broke away from me, turned, and crawled into my lap.
This. This was what I wanted.
What I needed.
I groaned against her mouth. “I’m better at this when I’m not sick and running a fever.”
“I…” She kissed down my neck. “Believe…” She nipped my lower lip. “You.”
“God, you taste good.”
“You said—”
“Forget what I said,” I whispered against her mouth. “Just don’t make me stop kissing you. I don’t think I could handle it.”
“Well, you are sick…”
“Yes, feel sorry for me, kiss it better.” I grinned as I angled my head to get more of her taste.
“I’ll try” was her response.
And try she fucking did.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Penelope
I was crossing so many lines.
Lines that felt good.
His skin beneath my hands felt rough, like he hadn’t shaved in two days, and the friction against my mouth was painful and passionate. With each movement, I was trying to get closer and closer to him.
“You’re sick,” I whispered against his mouth as the clock in the living room ticked slowly like we needed a reminder that there were kids upstairs, that we both had very different lives as he’d so painfully reminded me earlier that day.
Attraction was one thing.
Acting on it was another.
But believing it could go past those two things? That just seemed like the road to a broken heart.
“Hey.” He braced my head with both of his hands. “I have a headache, and yeah, I feel like shit, but it’s not like I have a head cold or anything.”
“Because those are worse?”
“Always.” He grinned. “Penny…” He swept me up in another kiss that had me forgetting I was straddling him on his couch with his kids upstairs.
